lexixstewart

[lexixstewart]

yeah it definitely seemed that way! poor rip :/ i’m sure at some point he’ll apologize bc he’s just that kinda guy.

i bet! i’m excited to see where you take her!!

Movin’ Mountains

Chapter 7: The Line

* Pairing: Kayce Dutton x OFC Stella Daniels

* Rating: M

* Warnings: language, subtle mention of a sex dream, and morning shenanigans between our favorite couple, but fairly tame though

* Word count: 3,099ish

I would love to give credits to @dameronscopilot and @deanscroissant and @lexixstewart for being sounding boards for me during this whole process, giving outsider insight, being cheerleaders, and allowing me to screech at them about things that have happened during the writing process. I seriously couldn't have gotten this far without y'all.

Author's note: I hope everyone is enjoying so far! I hope you love this chapter as well! It's a little slow-moving, and kind of filler-y, but kind of necessary for Stella's development.

Merry Christmas and happy holidays to all my readers! Let’s close out this year, and bring in fresh and new opportunities and good health, wealth, and abundance in 2025! 💛

Stella hopped out of the trailer hearing everyone’s boot steps disappear towards the cab of the truck. Shutting the door tightly and making sure the latch was tight, she trudged to the back door on the driver’s side with a sigh. She wished she’d brought her earphones. Adjusting her glasses, she heaved the door open, keeping her gaze low.

She could feel everyone’s curious eyes on her as she leveled herself out to the best of her ability. Her patience was already thin from having to leave Kayce this morning. He looked so damn good and she could have stayed and been consumed by him if responsibility hadn’t made her stop him. Then the mess with Mia and Hotshot, making her feel like she was giving up on him. She wasn’t sure how long her calm demeanor would hold out today.

She looked up and caught Mia and Jimmy staring at her. Feeling a warm sensation on her cheeks under their gaze, she forced the blush from creeping up her face. She reached above her head and pulled herself into the backseat of Rip’s truck, plopping into the seat with a sigh.

Mia leaned over, invading Stella’s personal space. She shoved her phone in Stella’s face. “What do you wanna listen to? These two are boring and lame and want silence for hours.”

Stella shifted her back against the door, putting space between her and the other brunette woman. In all honesty, Stella didn’t hate Mia. But Mia’s loud, invasive personality grated on Stella’s nerves. She couldn’t help but think the boisterous swagger was to cover up some insecurity of hers.

Stella was happy that Jimmy was happy – but the way Mia treated him, often made Stella side eye her. She couldn’t figure out if Mia had an ulterior motive for being with Jimmy, or if she was just being overprotective.

Stella wanted to try and extend an olive branch, but she knew Mia would take an inch and run a mile if she wasn’t careful. Rip’s stern look in the rearview silenced any type of nicety Stella was going to lead with. Stella knew he was still irritated by Mia's presence. It didn't help matters that Stella ran late this morning either. His glare was a passive reminder that everyone was toeing a fine line today. She thought she better let Mia down easy.

“Normally, I’d like some tunes,” Stella could feel the heat from Rip’s stare, and hoped he’d wait to hear what she had to say, “but I’d rather listen to the air conditioner right now, Mia.”

Mia’s shoulders dropped. She pouted, sinking back into her corner of the truck like a petulant child. She muttered under her breath, but loud enough for all of them to hear, about them being boring as hell. Jimmy shifted in his seat, uncomfortable at his girlfriend’s behavior. They’d all seen Rip, who wasn’t much of a people person, lose his temper enough to know Mia was dangerously close to the edge.

Stella couldn’t help but to chuckle. “My boyfriend’s 10 year old behaves better than that, girl.” An uncertain air consumed the men in the cab of the truck with her open admittance of possession over Kayce. It was almost like they forgot that Stella and Kayce were a real thing now. She smirked fondly at the men. She knew how hard it was because she took quite a while to get used to saying it out loud too.

Mia crossed her arms and mind wandered to Stella and Kayce. Their teamwork effortless, almost choreographed – the way they balanced the workload, both emotional and physical, captivated her. Kayce a strong leader and Stella one in her own right, but both together an unstoppable force. Mia knew they would take over this ranch one day. That’s what she longed for with Jimmy. A relationship that was steady as a rock and effortlessly adaptable to anything that came their way.

Mia ignored Stella, making Stella sigh and relax back against her window. She closed her eyes, trying to steal a few minutes of shut eye. After all, Kayce had her up very early this morning long before the start of his day. ‘Damn rancher’s hours,’ a soft smile spread across her cheeks as her mind floated back to him and the sleepy romp he greeted her with this morning.

Stella was rudely woken by the sound of Mia shuffling around and loudly singing to herself. She fixed her glasses, and glanced around the truck. Rip’s knuckles were white on the steering wheel, which Stella was sure was to keep from reaching back and strangling Mia. Jimmy shifted in his seat, making Stella wonder if his back was bothering him, and Mia rocked back and forth lost in her out of tune country song.

Straightening up in her seat, Mia looked over at her with a smirk. “You havin’ a good dream over there?”

Stella breathed in deeply and stretched. She huffed out, dropping her arms and took a glance out the windows. From their immediate surroundings, she could tell they were close to their destination. Her brain finally kicked in and she remembered Mia asked her a question. “Actually, yes. I was.”

“So when you mumbled Kayce,” Mia started but she stopped short with Stella’s fiery eye contact.

“You’re damn straight.” Stella refused to let Mia embarrass her in front of the guys. “I was dreaming about this morning.” Groans echoed from the front seat, making Stella grin.

“Alright that’s enough of that,” Rip interrupted. “We’re here.”

The truck rumbled up along the outer fence for the arena. The crunching of the gravel driveway was loud as the heavy trailer came to a stop next to the arena fence. Stella, Jimmy, and Mia watched as the cowboys came into view. A chute opened with a clang and a horse bucked around the arena, doing everything in its power to get the rider off of him. They watched in awe as the cowboy held on tight and didn’t give up until the pickup men came to get him.

Mia jumped out of the truck slamming the door. She stepped forward and opened Jimmy’s door for him. Rip remained in the truck with Stella. She stayed quiet, observed the grouchy foreman.

He let out a loud breath, closing his eyes and dropping his head back against the headrest. “Ahh, thank god. Silence.”

Stella giggled quietly at his dramatics. “She’s entirely bad, Rip.” The irritable cowboy glared at her in the rear view mirror. A laugh escaped her. “I know, I know. She’s not your usual stoic cowboy.”

“It’s not that, Stella.”

Her eyebrows pulled together in confusion. “Then what is it?”

“The bunkhouse has turned into a fuckin’ frat house.” He shook his head, “I don’t know when it happened, but it needs to be nipped.”

“There’s been a lot goin’ on, and the bunkhouse wasn’t exactly top priority. We’ll get it back together. Maybe I can figure somethin’ out,” Stella shrugged.

Rip nodded. “Today though, I’m havin’ you do the talking.” Stella’s eyes bugged out of her head. Rip smirked, “oh don’t give me that, you know these guys just as well as I do. It’s your turn to take the lead.”

Stella scratched her head and breathed out harshly. It was now or never because soon she would be expected to do these things without Rip’s supervision. She blew out a breath and opened the door, sliding out of the back of the truck.

Jimmy and Mia stood by the back of the trailer, waiting for direction from Rip. They were surprised when they witnessed the hardened cowboy stay in the truck. Stella walked up to the outer arena fence and saw that Sid Steiner was strutting his way over.

Stella waved out a hand to the man as she heard Mia exclaim about who he was in the background. “Hey Sid!”

Sid ducked his head in a polite greeting. “Howdy, Miss Stella! What can I do for ya?”

“Rip should have called you,” she glanced back at the truck, “but we have a gelding we thought you might get some fun out of. I don’t have enough time to work with him as much as he needs, even though it pains me to give ‘im up.”

“Oh, he’s a rough one, huh?”

“Yeah, even Kayce won’t touch him. And Rip doesn’t have the patience for him any more.”

Sid made a face at that admission. Rip, he knew had a short rope for that kind of thing. But Kayce would normally work with any freight train that came his way. In Sid’s opinion, that kid was born to break colts.

Stella cleared her throat, interrupting his thoughts. “Where do you want him?”

“Drop him off in the arena. We'll see what he can do.” Sid began to turn around but stopped himself. “What’s his name?”

Stella grinned at Sid’s memory. He knew she liked the respect of knowing a horse’s name and using it. “Hotshot.” Stella jogged to the truck and leaned in the passenger window to give Rip direction. “Back ‘im up to the arena,” she tapped the window and backed up, giving Rip room to maneuver the truck around.

“Jimmy, Mia!” The couple’s heads turned on a swivel to Stella. She waved her hand in the direction of the truck and trailer. “Help them get Hotshot in the arena.” Mia stared at her, but Jimmy left her standing there open mouthed. Since he had better knowledge of Stella’s new role, he knew to just go with her flow instead of questioning it.

As Jimmy came up beside her, Stella spun on her heel and matched his pace. She hollered over her shoulder, “move it Mia! If you hold your mouth open anymore, you’re gonna catch flies. Let’s go!”

Mia sputtered but her feet started to move, catching up to her boyfriend and Stella quickly. The three of them, plus the help of a few of Sid’s guys, made quick work of getting Hotshot out of the trailer, strapped up, and into the chute. The gelding snorted in anger, pawing at the ground.

Stella patted the gelding’s shoulder. “You got this, boy.” The foursome climbed their way behind the chute to watch Hotshot’s ride. Stella could hear Rip talking to Jimmy about the difference between rodeo on the weekends, show rodeo, and business rodeo.

Sid’s son Rocker, who couldn’t be older than 15, strutted up to the group of adults. He nodded to Stella, who he’d met a few times before, and climbed over the fence to mount up on Hotshot. Stella smirked at Rocker’s determination. She knew he would one day rule the business rodeo world.

She glanced over at Jimmy, who watched the whole scene with wide eyed wonder. He glanced at Stella and admitted, “that kid is 1000 percent cooler than me.”

Stella chuckled and leaned toward him and Mia. “He’s been riding things that have tried to buck him off since he was barely walkin’. Honestly? He’s cooler than all of us,” she looked back to the arena with a laugh.

Sid mounted his horse after getting Rocker ready. “You ready,” he asked his son. Rocker gave a curt nod, laid back on Hotshot, and put himself in position to ride.

With another assertive nod saying he was ready to go, Sid’s men popped open the chute. Hotshot and Rocker took off. Hotshot bounced and flung himself hard. He was doing everything he could to get Sid’s son off his back. He spun this way and that, kicking every which way, but Rocker stuck to Hotshot’s back like glue.

Stella had never seen the gelding that angry. Yes, she’d been thrown. She’d witnessed Rip, Jimmy, and Kayce get flung like ragdolls by Hotshot as well. Never this hard though. Next to her, Jimmy stood up to watch the show in front of him. Rocker started to slip off the side of the gelding, but righted himself quickly. Everyone in the crowd of people was hollering at the teenager to keep fighting.

Sid and the other pickup men came up on both sides of Hotshot to pull Rocker off and get him to safety. Stella heard Jimmy whisper in amazement to himself. She stood next to him and watched as Sid made over to them. Leaning on the fence, she called out to Sid. “So what do ya think?”

“I mean, he bucks pretty good Miss Stella, but he’s not competition material.” Sid leaned on his saddle horn. “I’ll give you a couple grand for him, but that’s because it’s you and Rip.”

Stella thought about it, and looked at Rip nearby listening. Rip just shrugged at her, forcing her to figure it out on her own. He wouldn’t be around forever to give her all the answers. Sella thought maybe she could convince John to keep him on the feed bill if she could get Hotshot to mind his manners? Stella didn’t want to give up on him. She shook her head and faced Sid. “I appreciate that, but John wants him off the feed bill. If he won’t be any good to you, I don’t wanna dump him on yours.”

“Tell ya what? We could keep ‘im for a little while, run him until he don’t feel like buckin’ anymore, if that’ll help?”

“Nah, I’ll make it work. I think I have an idea. Thanks though, Sid.”

“Anytime, Stella,” he smiled at her as she walked away. Sid looked at Rip and waved, “see ya later, man!”

Mia grabbed Stella’s attention, “he didn’t want the horse?”

“Didn’t buck hard enough,” Stella clenched her fists as she explained while continuing to walk by the woman. “C’mon, we gotta get him back in the trailer.” Mia stood, following after Stella.

The women hopped down off the chute loading zone, and Mia jogged ahead to open the trailer. Stella went and got Hotshot from one of Sid’s cowboys. Giving the gelding a pat on the neck, she whispered to him, “it’s okay boy. We’ll get you right.” Stella led him over to the trailer and loaded him up.

She heard Rip call out for Jimmy as she stepped out. She waved to the door, silently directing Mia to close it up as she listened to Rip subtly explain to Jimmy why he shouldn’t rodeo anymore. Especially after his last incident.

“Is this you telling me I shouldn’t rodeo?” Jimmy asked.

“No, Jimmy this is me telling you why you shouldn’t.” Rip cleared his throat. “What you do with the information I give you is up to you, but I want you to think long and hard about it.” He clapped Jimmy’s shoulder, “let’s go.”

Jimmy glanced at Stella sullenly. She smiled sadly at him. Knowing how excited he was when he found something he was good at in this lifestyle, her heart bled for him, understanding that they were slowly convincing him to stop what he loved.

Jimmy moved past her and Stella reached out to grab his arm. “I’m sorry, Jaybird. We’ll figure somethin’ out.”

“Yeah, Stella. Me too,” he muttered and kept going to the cab of the truck. Stella dropped her hand in disappointment, and joined the group in the vehicle.

They headed on down the road back to the Yellowstone. Inside the truck was quiet. Everyone seemed to be locked into their own worlds. Some despondent, some resentful, some overthinking.

Stella’s mind worked overtime, trying to come up with a solution that worked for both Hotshot and Jimmy. She had a possible idea, but she would need to talk to Rip and Kayce before she got Jimmy’s hopes up.

Jimmy stared out the window watching the Montana landscape fly by them. He understood Rip and Stella’s intentions for telling him to stop rodeoing. He knew they cared and were telling him they didn’t want to see him die. But he finally found something that he was good at and it was being ripped away from him.

Mia pouted against the window. She’d heard the conversation between Rip and Jimmy. She thought Jimmy should be able to do whatever he wants with his free time. She couldn’t believe that Stella and Rip were trying to convince him to stop. He was good with broncos and he could make a lot of money. He could make a life for himself, outside of the ranch.

A loud pop and Rip letting out a string of curses pulled everyone out of their thoughts. Stella heard Hotshot squeal in displeasure. The truck vibrated and shook back and forth. Looking around the truck, everyone was holding on to their respective oh shit handles and Rip navigated the truck to the side of the road.

“Damn who dropped a quarter in the magic fingers truck,” Stella joked as the vehicle came to a stop.

“Shut the fuck up, Stella!” Rip screamed. He huffed and puffed with rage as he jumped out to check the tires.

Stella’s lips pursed together, agitated at Rip’s lack of humor, but also understood she was on the thin ice of his temper and it was about to break. Jimmy and Mia stared at her slack jawed. It wasn’t everyday that Rip lost his cool on Stella. Everyone knew that.

Her lips smacked together and said, “y’all stay here. I’m gonna go help him.”

“You think you should after that? I wouldn’t.” Mia crossed her arms indignantly.

Stella rolled her eyes. “Yes, Mia. I know how to deal with pissy pants,” she shoved open the door and hopped out. Marching to the bed of the truck she could hear Rip fighting with a tire on the trailer. She stopped at the bed and grabbed the tire iron and the jack.

Rip kicked violently at the tire and cussed as Stella sidled up behind him. “You might need these, cactus jack.” He leaned a hand against the trailer wall and let out a heavy sigh. “Here, you take the jack and raise it up some,” Stella directed. “I’ll get the lugs off.” Rip grabbed the jack from her and the pair silently got to work.

Jimmy and Mia watched from the inside of the truck. They both decided it was safer to be there than out there with the explosive lead wrangler. Mia cracked a joke about how Rip was one angry man.

45 minutes later they were back on the road. Stella was a little sweaty, but she could deal with it. She silently pleaded with Mia and Jimmy to stay quiet the rest of the ride home.

[lexixstewart]

you know i will!😁 literally tho! so weird for him to do that to her! she’s getting so big😭😭

Movin’ Mountains

Chapter 7: The Line

* Pairing: Kayce Dutton x OFC Stella Daniels

* Rating: M

* Warnings: language, subtle mention of a sex dream, and morning shenanigans between our favorite couple, but fairly tame though

* Word count: 3,099ish

I would love to give credits to @dameronscopilot and @deanscroissant and @lexixstewart for being sounding boards for me during this whole process, giving outsider insight, being cheerleaders, and allowing me to screech at them about things that have happened during the writing process. I seriously couldn't have gotten this far without y'all.

Author's note: I hope everyone is enjoying so far! I hope you love this chapter as well! It's a little slow-moving, and kind of filler-y, but kind of necessary for Stella's development.

Merry Christmas and happy holidays to all my readers! Let’s close out this year, and bring in fresh and new opportunities and good health, wealth, and abundance in 2025! 💛

Stella hopped out of the trailer hearing everyone’s boot steps disappear towards the cab of the truck. Shutting the door tightly and making sure the latch was tight, she trudged to the back door on the driver’s side with a sigh. She wished she’d brought her earphones. Adjusting her glasses, she heaved the door open, keeping her gaze low.

She could feel everyone’s curious eyes on her as she leveled herself out to the best of her ability. Her patience was already thin from having to leave Kayce this morning. He looked so damn good and she could have stayed and been consumed by him if responsibility hadn’t made her stop him. Then the mess with Mia and Hotshot, making her feel like she was giving up on him. She wasn’t sure how long her calm demeanor would hold out today.

She looked up and caught Mia and Jimmy staring at her. Feeling a warm sensation on her cheeks under their gaze, she forced the blush from creeping up her face. She reached above her head and pulled herself into the backseat of Rip’s truck, plopping into the seat with a sigh.

Mia leaned over, invading Stella’s personal space. She shoved her phone in Stella’s face. “What do you wanna listen to? These two are boring and lame and want silence for hours.”

Stella shifted her back against the door, putting space between her and the other brunette woman. In all honesty, Stella didn’t hate Mia. But Mia’s loud, invasive personality grated on Stella’s nerves. She couldn’t help but think the boisterous swagger was to cover up some insecurity of hers.

Stella was happy that Jimmy was happy – but the way Mia treated him, often made Stella side eye her. She couldn’t figure out if Mia had an ulterior motive for being with Jimmy, or if she was just being overprotective.

Stella wanted to try and extend an olive branch, but she knew Mia would take an inch and run a mile if she wasn’t careful. Rip’s stern look in the rearview silenced any type of nicety Stella was going to lead with. Stella knew he was still irritated by Mia's presence. It didn't help matters that Stella ran late this morning either. His glare was a passive reminder that everyone was toeing a fine line today. She thought she better let Mia down easy.

“Normally, I’d like some tunes,” Stella could feel the heat from Rip’s stare, and hoped he’d wait to hear what she had to say, “but I’d rather listen to the air conditioner right now, Mia.”

Mia’s shoulders dropped. She pouted, sinking back into her corner of the truck like a petulant child. She muttered under her breath, but loud enough for all of them to hear, about them being boring as hell. Jimmy shifted in his seat, uncomfortable at his girlfriend’s behavior. They’d all seen Rip, who wasn’t much of a people person, lose his temper enough to know Mia was dangerously close to the edge.

Stella couldn’t help but to chuckle. “My boyfriend’s 10 year old behaves better than that, girl.” An uncertain air consumed the men in the cab of the truck with her open admittance of possession over Kayce. It was almost like they forgot that Stella and Kayce were a real thing now. She smirked fondly at the men. She knew how hard it was because she took quite a while to get used to saying it out loud too.

Mia crossed her arms and mind wandered to Stella and Kayce. Their teamwork effortless, almost choreographed – the way they balanced the workload, both emotional and physical, captivated her. Kayce a strong leader and Stella one in her own right, but both together an unstoppable force. Mia knew they would take over this ranch one day. That’s what she longed for with Jimmy. A relationship that was steady as a rock and effortlessly adaptable to anything that came their way.

Mia ignored Stella, making Stella sigh and relax back against her window. She closed her eyes, trying to steal a few minutes of shut eye. After all, Kayce had her up very early this morning long before the start of his day. ‘Damn rancher’s hours,’ a soft smile spread across her cheeks as her mind floated back to him and the sleepy romp he greeted her with this morning.

Stella was rudely woken by the sound of Mia shuffling around and loudly singing to herself. She fixed her glasses, and glanced around the truck. Rip’s knuckles were white on the steering wheel, which Stella was sure was to keep from reaching back and strangling Mia. Jimmy shifted in his seat, making Stella wonder if his back was bothering him, and Mia rocked back and forth lost in her out of tune country song.

Straightening up in her seat, Mia looked over at her with a smirk. “You havin’ a good dream over there?”

Stella breathed in deeply and stretched. She huffed out, dropping her arms and took a glance out the windows. From their immediate surroundings, she could tell they were close to their destination. Her brain finally kicked in and she remembered Mia asked her a question. “Actually, yes. I was.”

“So when you mumbled Kayce,” Mia started but she stopped short with Stella’s fiery eye contact.

“You’re damn straight.” Stella refused to let Mia embarrass her in front of the guys. “I was dreaming about this morning.” Groans echoed from the front seat, making Stella grin.

“Alright that’s enough of that,” Rip interrupted. “We’re here.”

The truck rumbled up along the outer fence for the arena. The crunching of the gravel driveway was loud as the heavy trailer came to a stop next to the arena fence. Stella, Jimmy, and Mia watched as the cowboys came into view. A chute opened with a clang and a horse bucked around the arena, doing everything in its power to get the rider off of him. They watched in awe as the cowboy held on tight and didn’t give up until the pickup men came to get him.

Mia jumped out of the truck slamming the door. She stepped forward and opened Jimmy’s door for him. Rip remained in the truck with Stella. She stayed quiet, observed the grouchy foreman.

He let out a loud breath, closing his eyes and dropping his head back against the headrest. “Ahh, thank god. Silence.”

Stella giggled quietly at his dramatics. “She’s entirely bad, Rip.” The irritable cowboy glared at her in the rear view mirror. A laugh escaped her. “I know, I know. She’s not your usual stoic cowboy.”

“It’s not that, Stella.”

Her eyebrows pulled together in confusion. “Then what is it?”

“The bunkhouse has turned into a fuckin’ frat house.” He shook his head, “I don’t know when it happened, but it needs to be nipped.”

“There’s been a lot goin’ on, and the bunkhouse wasn’t exactly top priority. We’ll get it back together. Maybe I can figure somethin’ out,” Stella shrugged.

Rip nodded. “Today though, I’m havin’ you do the talking.” Stella’s eyes bugged out of her head. Rip smirked, “oh don’t give me that, you know these guys just as well as I do. It’s your turn to take the lead.”

Stella scratched her head and breathed out harshly. It was now or never because soon she would be expected to do these things without Rip’s supervision. She blew out a breath and opened the door, sliding out of the back of the truck.

Jimmy and Mia stood by the back of the trailer, waiting for direction from Rip. They were surprised when they witnessed the hardened cowboy stay in the truck. Stella walked up to the outer arena fence and saw that Sid Steiner was strutting his way over.

Stella waved out a hand to the man as she heard Mia exclaim about who he was in the background. “Hey Sid!”

Sid ducked his head in a polite greeting. “Howdy, Miss Stella! What can I do for ya?”

“Rip should have called you,” she glanced back at the truck, “but we have a gelding we thought you might get some fun out of. I don’t have enough time to work with him as much as he needs, even though it pains me to give ‘im up.”

“Oh, he’s a rough one, huh?”

“Yeah, even Kayce won’t touch him. And Rip doesn’t have the patience for him any more.”

Sid made a face at that admission. Rip, he knew had a short rope for that kind of thing. But Kayce would normally work with any freight train that came his way. In Sid’s opinion, that kid was born to break colts.

Stella cleared her throat, interrupting his thoughts. “Where do you want him?”

“Drop him off in the arena. We'll see what he can do.” Sid began to turn around but stopped himself. “What’s his name?”

Stella grinned at Sid’s memory. He knew she liked the respect of knowing a horse’s name and using it. “Hotshot.” Stella jogged to the truck and leaned in the passenger window to give Rip direction. “Back ‘im up to the arena,” she tapped the window and backed up, giving Rip room to maneuver the truck around.

“Jimmy, Mia!” The couple’s heads turned on a swivel to Stella. She waved her hand in the direction of the truck and trailer. “Help them get Hotshot in the arena.” Mia stared at her, but Jimmy left her standing there open mouthed. Since he had better knowledge of Stella’s new role, he knew to just go with her flow instead of questioning it.

As Jimmy came up beside her, Stella spun on her heel and matched his pace. She hollered over her shoulder, “move it Mia! If you hold your mouth open anymore, you’re gonna catch flies. Let’s go!”

Mia sputtered but her feet started to move, catching up to her boyfriend and Stella quickly. The three of them, plus the help of a few of Sid’s guys, made quick work of getting Hotshot out of the trailer, strapped up, and into the chute. The gelding snorted in anger, pawing at the ground.

Stella patted the gelding’s shoulder. “You got this, boy.” The foursome climbed their way behind the chute to watch Hotshot’s ride. Stella could hear Rip talking to Jimmy about the difference between rodeo on the weekends, show rodeo, and business rodeo.

Sid’s son Rocker, who couldn’t be older than 15, strutted up to the group of adults. He nodded to Stella, who he’d met a few times before, and climbed over the fence to mount up on Hotshot. Stella smirked at Rocker’s determination. She knew he would one day rule the business rodeo world.

She glanced over at Jimmy, who watched the whole scene with wide eyed wonder. He glanced at Stella and admitted, “that kid is 1000 percent cooler than me.”

Stella chuckled and leaned toward him and Mia. “He’s been riding things that have tried to buck him off since he was barely walkin’. Honestly? He’s cooler than all of us,” she looked back to the arena with a laugh.

Sid mounted his horse after getting Rocker ready. “You ready,” he asked his son. Rocker gave a curt nod, laid back on Hotshot, and put himself in position to ride.

With another assertive nod saying he was ready to go, Sid’s men popped open the chute. Hotshot and Rocker took off. Hotshot bounced and flung himself hard. He was doing everything he could to get Sid’s son off his back. He spun this way and that, kicking every which way, but Rocker stuck to Hotshot’s back like glue.

Stella had never seen the gelding that angry. Yes, she’d been thrown. She’d witnessed Rip, Jimmy, and Kayce get flung like ragdolls by Hotshot as well. Never this hard though. Next to her, Jimmy stood up to watch the show in front of him. Rocker started to slip off the side of the gelding, but righted himself quickly. Everyone in the crowd of people was hollering at the teenager to keep fighting.

Sid and the other pickup men came up on both sides of Hotshot to pull Rocker off and get him to safety. Stella heard Jimmy whisper in amazement to himself. She stood next to him and watched as Sid made over to them. Leaning on the fence, she called out to Sid. “So what do ya think?”

“I mean, he bucks pretty good Miss Stella, but he’s not competition material.” Sid leaned on his saddle horn. “I’ll give you a couple grand for him, but that’s because it’s you and Rip.”

Stella thought about it, and looked at Rip nearby listening. Rip just shrugged at her, forcing her to figure it out on her own. He wouldn’t be around forever to give her all the answers. Sella thought maybe she could convince John to keep him on the feed bill if she could get Hotshot to mind his manners? Stella didn’t want to give up on him. She shook her head and faced Sid. “I appreciate that, but John wants him off the feed bill. If he won’t be any good to you, I don’t wanna dump him on yours.”

“Tell ya what? We could keep ‘im for a little while, run him until he don’t feel like buckin’ anymore, if that’ll help?”

“Nah, I’ll make it work. I think I have an idea. Thanks though, Sid.”

“Anytime, Stella,” he smiled at her as she walked away. Sid looked at Rip and waved, “see ya later, man!”

Mia grabbed Stella’s attention, “he didn’t want the horse?”

“Didn’t buck hard enough,” Stella clenched her fists as she explained while continuing to walk by the woman. “C’mon, we gotta get him back in the trailer.” Mia stood, following after Stella.

The women hopped down off the chute loading zone, and Mia jogged ahead to open the trailer. Stella went and got Hotshot from one of Sid’s cowboys. Giving the gelding a pat on the neck, she whispered to him, “it’s okay boy. We’ll get you right.” Stella led him over to the trailer and loaded him up.

She heard Rip call out for Jimmy as she stepped out. She waved to the door, silently directing Mia to close it up as she listened to Rip subtly explain to Jimmy why he shouldn’t rodeo anymore. Especially after his last incident.

“Is this you telling me I shouldn’t rodeo?” Jimmy asked.

“No, Jimmy this is me telling you why you shouldn’t.” Rip cleared his throat. “What you do with the information I give you is up to you, but I want you to think long and hard about it.” He clapped Jimmy’s shoulder, “let’s go.”

Jimmy glanced at Stella sullenly. She smiled sadly at him. Knowing how excited he was when he found something he was good at in this lifestyle, her heart bled for him, understanding that they were slowly convincing him to stop what he loved.

Jimmy moved past her and Stella reached out to grab his arm. “I’m sorry, Jaybird. We’ll figure somethin’ out.”

“Yeah, Stella. Me too,” he muttered and kept going to the cab of the truck. Stella dropped her hand in disappointment, and joined the group in the vehicle.

They headed on down the road back to the Yellowstone. Inside the truck was quiet. Everyone seemed to be locked into their own worlds. Some despondent, some resentful, some overthinking.

Stella’s mind worked overtime, trying to come up with a solution that worked for both Hotshot and Jimmy. She had a possible idea, but she would need to talk to Rip and Kayce before she got Jimmy’s hopes up.

Jimmy stared out the window watching the Montana landscape fly by them. He understood Rip and Stella’s intentions for telling him to stop rodeoing. He knew they cared and were telling him they didn’t want to see him die. But he finally found something that he was good at and it was being ripped away from him.

Mia pouted against the window. She’d heard the conversation between Rip and Jimmy. She thought Jimmy should be able to do whatever he wants with his free time. She couldn’t believe that Stella and Rip were trying to convince him to stop. He was good with broncos and he could make a lot of money. He could make a life for himself, outside of the ranch.

A loud pop and Rip letting out a string of curses pulled everyone out of their thoughts. Stella heard Hotshot squeal in displeasure. The truck vibrated and shook back and forth. Looking around the truck, everyone was holding on to their respective oh shit handles and Rip navigated the truck to the side of the road.

“Damn who dropped a quarter in the magic fingers truck,” Stella joked as the vehicle came to a stop.

“Shut the fuck up, Stella!” Rip screamed. He huffed and puffed with rage as he jumped out to check the tires.

Stella’s lips pursed together, agitated at Rip’s lack of humor, but also understood she was on the thin ice of his temper and it was about to break. Jimmy and Mia stared at her slack jawed. It wasn’t everyday that Rip lost his cool on Stella. Everyone knew that.

Her lips smacked together and said, “y’all stay here. I’m gonna go help him.”

“You think you should after that? I wouldn’t.” Mia crossed her arms indignantly.

Stella rolled her eyes. “Yes, Mia. I know how to deal with pissy pants,” she shoved open the door and hopped out. Marching to the bed of the truck she could hear Rip fighting with a tire on the trailer. She stopped at the bed and grabbed the tire iron and the jack.

Rip kicked violently at the tire and cussed as Stella sidled up behind him. “You might need these, cactus jack.” He leaned a hand against the trailer wall and let out a heavy sigh. “Here, you take the jack and raise it up some,” Stella directed. “I’ll get the lugs off.” Rip grabbed the jack from her and the pair silently got to work.

Jimmy and Mia watched from the inside of the truck. They both decided it was safer to be there than out there with the explosive lead wrangler. Mia cracked a joke about how Rip was one angry man.

45 minutes later they were back on the road. Stella was a little sweaty, but she could deal with it. She silently pleaded with Mia and Jimmy to stay quiet the rest of the ride home.

[lexixstewart]

i just might lol! for real! he never loses it w her!

but go stella for putting on her big girl pants too haha

Movin’ Mountains

Chapter 7: The Line

* Pairing: Kayce Dutton x OFC Stella Daniels

* Rating: M

* Warnings: language, subtle mention of a sex dream, and morning shenanigans between our favorite couple, but fairly tame though

* Word count: 3,099ish

I would love to give credits to @dameronscopilot and @deanscroissant and @lexixstewart for being sounding boards for me during this whole process, giving outsider insight, being cheerleaders, and allowing me to screech at them about things that have happened during the writing process. I seriously couldn't have gotten this far without y'all.

Author's note: I hope everyone is enjoying so far! I hope you love this chapter as well! It's a little slow-moving, and kind of filler-y, but kind of necessary for Stella's development.

Merry Christmas and happy holidays to all my readers! Let’s close out this year, and bring in fresh and new opportunities and good health, wealth, and abundance in 2025! 💛

Stella hopped out of the trailer hearing everyone’s boot steps disappear towards the cab of the truck. Shutting the door tightly and making sure the latch was tight, she trudged to the back door on the driver’s side with a sigh. She wished she’d brought her earphones. Adjusting her glasses, she heaved the door open, keeping her gaze low.

She could feel everyone’s curious eyes on her as she leveled herself out to the best of her ability. Her patience was already thin from having to leave Kayce this morning. He looked so damn good and she could have stayed and been consumed by him if responsibility hadn’t made her stop him. Then the mess with Mia and Hotshot, making her feel like she was giving up on him. She wasn’t sure how long her calm demeanor would hold out today.

She looked up and caught Mia and Jimmy staring at her. Feeling a warm sensation on her cheeks under their gaze, she forced the blush from creeping up her face. She reached above her head and pulled herself into the backseat of Rip’s truck, plopping into the seat with a sigh.

Mia leaned over, invading Stella’s personal space. She shoved her phone in Stella’s face. “What do you wanna listen to? These two are boring and lame and want silence for hours.”

Stella shifted her back against the door, putting space between her and the other brunette woman. In all honesty, Stella didn’t hate Mia. But Mia’s loud, invasive personality grated on Stella’s nerves. She couldn’t help but think the boisterous swagger was to cover up some insecurity of hers.

Stella was happy that Jimmy was happy – but the way Mia treated him, often made Stella side eye her. She couldn’t figure out if Mia had an ulterior motive for being with Jimmy, or if she was just being overprotective.

Stella wanted to try and extend an olive branch, but she knew Mia would take an inch and run a mile if she wasn’t careful. Rip’s stern look in the rearview silenced any type of nicety Stella was going to lead with. Stella knew he was still irritated by Mia's presence. It didn't help matters that Stella ran late this morning either. His glare was a passive reminder that everyone was toeing a fine line today. She thought she better let Mia down easy.

“Normally, I’d like some tunes,” Stella could feel the heat from Rip’s stare, and hoped he’d wait to hear what she had to say, “but I’d rather listen to the air conditioner right now, Mia.”

Mia’s shoulders dropped. She pouted, sinking back into her corner of the truck like a petulant child. She muttered under her breath, but loud enough for all of them to hear, about them being boring as hell. Jimmy shifted in his seat, uncomfortable at his girlfriend’s behavior. They’d all seen Rip, who wasn’t much of a people person, lose his temper enough to know Mia was dangerously close to the edge.

Stella couldn’t help but to chuckle. “My boyfriend’s 10 year old behaves better than that, girl.” An uncertain air consumed the men in the cab of the truck with her open admittance of possession over Kayce. It was almost like they forgot that Stella and Kayce were a real thing now. She smirked fondly at the men. She knew how hard it was because she took quite a while to get used to saying it out loud too.

Mia crossed her arms and mind wandered to Stella and Kayce. Their teamwork effortless, almost choreographed – the way they balanced the workload, both emotional and physical, captivated her. Kayce a strong leader and Stella one in her own right, but both together an unstoppable force. Mia knew they would take over this ranch one day. That’s what she longed for with Jimmy. A relationship that was steady as a rock and effortlessly adaptable to anything that came their way.

Mia ignored Stella, making Stella sigh and relax back against her window. She closed her eyes, trying to steal a few minutes of shut eye. After all, Kayce had her up very early this morning long before the start of his day. ‘Damn rancher’s hours,’ a soft smile spread across her cheeks as her mind floated back to him and the sleepy romp he greeted her with this morning.

Stella was rudely woken by the sound of Mia shuffling around and loudly singing to herself. She fixed her glasses, and glanced around the truck. Rip’s knuckles were white on the steering wheel, which Stella was sure was to keep from reaching back and strangling Mia. Jimmy shifted in his seat, making Stella wonder if his back was bothering him, and Mia rocked back and forth lost in her out of tune country song.

Straightening up in her seat, Mia looked over at her with a smirk. “You havin’ a good dream over there?”

Stella breathed in deeply and stretched. She huffed out, dropping her arms and took a glance out the windows. From their immediate surroundings, she could tell they were close to their destination. Her brain finally kicked in and she remembered Mia asked her a question. “Actually, yes. I was.”

“So when you mumbled Kayce,” Mia started but she stopped short with Stella’s fiery eye contact.

“You’re damn straight.” Stella refused to let Mia embarrass her in front of the guys. “I was dreaming about this morning.” Groans echoed from the front seat, making Stella grin.

“Alright that’s enough of that,” Rip interrupted. “We’re here.”

The truck rumbled up along the outer fence for the arena. The crunching of the gravel driveway was loud as the heavy trailer came to a stop next to the arena fence. Stella, Jimmy, and Mia watched as the cowboys came into view. A chute opened with a clang and a horse bucked around the arena, doing everything in its power to get the rider off of him. They watched in awe as the cowboy held on tight and didn’t give up until the pickup men came to get him.

Mia jumped out of the truck slamming the door. She stepped forward and opened Jimmy’s door for him. Rip remained in the truck with Stella. She stayed quiet, observed the grouchy foreman.

He let out a loud breath, closing his eyes and dropping his head back against the headrest. “Ahh, thank god. Silence.”

Stella giggled quietly at his dramatics. “She’s entirely bad, Rip.” The irritable cowboy glared at her in the rear view mirror. A laugh escaped her. “I know, I know. She’s not your usual stoic cowboy.”

“It’s not that, Stella.”

Her eyebrows pulled together in confusion. “Then what is it?”

“The bunkhouse has turned into a fuckin’ frat house.” He shook his head, “I don’t know when it happened, but it needs to be nipped.”

“There’s been a lot goin’ on, and the bunkhouse wasn’t exactly top priority. We’ll get it back together. Maybe I can figure somethin’ out,” Stella shrugged.

Rip nodded. “Today though, I’m havin’ you do the talking.” Stella’s eyes bugged out of her head. Rip smirked, “oh don’t give me that, you know these guys just as well as I do. It’s your turn to take the lead.”

Stella scratched her head and breathed out harshly. It was now or never because soon she would be expected to do these things without Rip’s supervision. She blew out a breath and opened the door, sliding out of the back of the truck.

Jimmy and Mia stood by the back of the trailer, waiting for direction from Rip. They were surprised when they witnessed the hardened cowboy stay in the truck. Stella walked up to the outer arena fence and saw that Sid Steiner was strutting his way over.

Stella waved out a hand to the man as she heard Mia exclaim about who he was in the background. “Hey Sid!”

Sid ducked his head in a polite greeting. “Howdy, Miss Stella! What can I do for ya?”

“Rip should have called you,” she glanced back at the truck, “but we have a gelding we thought you might get some fun out of. I don’t have enough time to work with him as much as he needs, even though it pains me to give ‘im up.”

“Oh, he’s a rough one, huh?”

“Yeah, even Kayce won’t touch him. And Rip doesn’t have the patience for him any more.”

Sid made a face at that admission. Rip, he knew had a short rope for that kind of thing. But Kayce would normally work with any freight train that came his way. In Sid’s opinion, that kid was born to break colts.

Stella cleared her throat, interrupting his thoughts. “Where do you want him?”

“Drop him off in the arena. We'll see what he can do.” Sid began to turn around but stopped himself. “What’s his name?”

Stella grinned at Sid’s memory. He knew she liked the respect of knowing a horse’s name and using it. “Hotshot.” Stella jogged to the truck and leaned in the passenger window to give Rip direction. “Back ‘im up to the arena,” she tapped the window and backed up, giving Rip room to maneuver the truck around.

“Jimmy, Mia!” The couple’s heads turned on a swivel to Stella. She waved her hand in the direction of the truck and trailer. “Help them get Hotshot in the arena.” Mia stared at her, but Jimmy left her standing there open mouthed. Since he had better knowledge of Stella’s new role, he knew to just go with her flow instead of questioning it.

As Jimmy came up beside her, Stella spun on her heel and matched his pace. She hollered over her shoulder, “move it Mia! If you hold your mouth open anymore, you’re gonna catch flies. Let’s go!”

Mia sputtered but her feet started to move, catching up to her boyfriend and Stella quickly. The three of them, plus the help of a few of Sid’s guys, made quick work of getting Hotshot out of the trailer, strapped up, and into the chute. The gelding snorted in anger, pawing at the ground.

Stella patted the gelding’s shoulder. “You got this, boy.” The foursome climbed their way behind the chute to watch Hotshot’s ride. Stella could hear Rip talking to Jimmy about the difference between rodeo on the weekends, show rodeo, and business rodeo.

Sid’s son Rocker, who couldn’t be older than 15, strutted up to the group of adults. He nodded to Stella, who he’d met a few times before, and climbed over the fence to mount up on Hotshot. Stella smirked at Rocker’s determination. She knew he would one day rule the business rodeo world.

She glanced over at Jimmy, who watched the whole scene with wide eyed wonder. He glanced at Stella and admitted, “that kid is 1000 percent cooler than me.”

Stella chuckled and leaned toward him and Mia. “He’s been riding things that have tried to buck him off since he was barely walkin’. Honestly? He’s cooler than all of us,” she looked back to the arena with a laugh.

Sid mounted his horse after getting Rocker ready. “You ready,” he asked his son. Rocker gave a curt nod, laid back on Hotshot, and put himself in position to ride.

With another assertive nod saying he was ready to go, Sid’s men popped open the chute. Hotshot and Rocker took off. Hotshot bounced and flung himself hard. He was doing everything he could to get Sid’s son off his back. He spun this way and that, kicking every which way, but Rocker stuck to Hotshot’s back like glue.

Stella had never seen the gelding that angry. Yes, she’d been thrown. She’d witnessed Rip, Jimmy, and Kayce get flung like ragdolls by Hotshot as well. Never this hard though. Next to her, Jimmy stood up to watch the show in front of him. Rocker started to slip off the side of the gelding, but righted himself quickly. Everyone in the crowd of people was hollering at the teenager to keep fighting.

Sid and the other pickup men came up on both sides of Hotshot to pull Rocker off and get him to safety. Stella heard Jimmy whisper in amazement to himself. She stood next to him and watched as Sid made over to them. Leaning on the fence, she called out to Sid. “So what do ya think?”

“I mean, he bucks pretty good Miss Stella, but he’s not competition material.” Sid leaned on his saddle horn. “I’ll give you a couple grand for him, but that’s because it’s you and Rip.”

Stella thought about it, and looked at Rip nearby listening. Rip just shrugged at her, forcing her to figure it out on her own. He wouldn’t be around forever to give her all the answers. Sella thought maybe she could convince John to keep him on the feed bill if she could get Hotshot to mind his manners? Stella didn’t want to give up on him. She shook her head and faced Sid. “I appreciate that, but John wants him off the feed bill. If he won’t be any good to you, I don’t wanna dump him on yours.”

“Tell ya what? We could keep ‘im for a little while, run him until he don’t feel like buckin’ anymore, if that’ll help?”

“Nah, I’ll make it work. I think I have an idea. Thanks though, Sid.”

“Anytime, Stella,” he smiled at her as she walked away. Sid looked at Rip and waved, “see ya later, man!”

Mia grabbed Stella’s attention, “he didn’t want the horse?”

“Didn’t buck hard enough,” Stella clenched her fists as she explained while continuing to walk by the woman. “C’mon, we gotta get him back in the trailer.” Mia stood, following after Stella.

The women hopped down off the chute loading zone, and Mia jogged ahead to open the trailer. Stella went and got Hotshot from one of Sid’s cowboys. Giving the gelding a pat on the neck, she whispered to him, “it’s okay boy. We’ll get you right.” Stella led him over to the trailer and loaded him up.

She heard Rip call out for Jimmy as she stepped out. She waved to the door, silently directing Mia to close it up as she listened to Rip subtly explain to Jimmy why he shouldn’t rodeo anymore. Especially after his last incident.

“Is this you telling me I shouldn’t rodeo?” Jimmy asked.

“No, Jimmy this is me telling you why you shouldn’t.” Rip cleared his throat. “What you do with the information I give you is up to you, but I want you to think long and hard about it.” He clapped Jimmy’s shoulder, “let’s go.”

Jimmy glanced at Stella sullenly. She smiled sadly at him. Knowing how excited he was when he found something he was good at in this lifestyle, her heart bled for him, understanding that they were slowly convincing him to stop what he loved.

Jimmy moved past her and Stella reached out to grab his arm. “I’m sorry, Jaybird. We’ll figure somethin’ out.”

“Yeah, Stella. Me too,” he muttered and kept going to the cab of the truck. Stella dropped her hand in disappointment, and joined the group in the vehicle.

They headed on down the road back to the Yellowstone. Inside the truck was quiet. Everyone seemed to be locked into their own worlds. Some despondent, some resentful, some overthinking.

Stella’s mind worked overtime, trying to come up with a solution that worked for both Hotshot and Jimmy. She had a possible idea, but she would need to talk to Rip and Kayce before she got Jimmy’s hopes up.

Jimmy stared out the window watching the Montana landscape fly by them. He understood Rip and Stella’s intentions for telling him to stop rodeoing. He knew they cared and were telling him they didn’t want to see him die. But he finally found something that he was good at and it was being ripped away from him.

Mia pouted against the window. She’d heard the conversation between Rip and Jimmy. She thought Jimmy should be able to do whatever he wants with his free time. She couldn’t believe that Stella and Rip were trying to convince him to stop. He was good with broncos and he could make a lot of money. He could make a life for himself, outside of the ranch.

A loud pop and Rip letting out a string of curses pulled everyone out of their thoughts. Stella heard Hotshot squeal in displeasure. The truck vibrated and shook back and forth. Looking around the truck, everyone was holding on to their respective oh shit handles and Rip navigated the truck to the side of the road.

“Damn who dropped a quarter in the magic fingers truck,” Stella joked as the vehicle came to a stop.

“Shut the fuck up, Stella!” Rip screamed. He huffed and puffed with rage as he jumped out to check the tires.

Stella’s lips pursed together, agitated at Rip’s lack of humor, but also understood she was on the thin ice of his temper and it was about to break. Jimmy and Mia stared at her slack jawed. It wasn’t everyday that Rip lost his cool on Stella. Everyone knew that.

Her lips smacked together and said, “y’all stay here. I’m gonna go help him.”

“You think you should after that? I wouldn’t.” Mia crossed her arms indignantly.

Stella rolled her eyes. “Yes, Mia. I know how to deal with pissy pants,” she shoved open the door and hopped out. Marching to the bed of the truck she could hear Rip fighting with a tire on the trailer. She stopped at the bed and grabbed the tire iron and the jack.

Rip kicked violently at the tire and cussed as Stella sidled up behind him. “You might need these, cactus jack.” He leaned a hand against the trailer wall and let out a heavy sigh. “Here, you take the jack and raise it up some,” Stella directed. “I’ll get the lugs off.” Rip grabbed the jack from her and the pair silently got to work.

Jimmy and Mia watched from the inside of the truck. They both decided it was safer to be there than out there with the explosive lead wrangler. Mia cracked a joke about how Rip was one angry man.

45 minutes later they were back on the road. Stella was a little sweaty, but she could deal with it. She silently pleaded with Mia and Jimmy to stay quiet the rest of the ride home.

[lexixstewart]

soooo good!!! this is making me want to rewatch hahahah

and rip, excuse you sir😑 how rude. lol

Movin’ Mountains

Chapter 7: The Line

* Pairing: Kayce Dutton x OFC Stella Daniels

* Rating: M

* Warnings: language, subtle mention of a sex dream, and morning shenanigans between our favorite couple, but fairly tame though

* Word count: 3,099ish

I would love to give credits to @dameronscopilot and @deanscroissant and @lexixstewart for being sounding boards for me during this whole process, giving outsider insight, being cheerleaders, and allowing me to screech at them about things that have happened during the writing process. I seriously couldn't have gotten this far without y'all.

Author's note: I hope everyone is enjoying so far! I hope you love this chapter as well! It's a little slow-moving, and kind of filler-y, but kind of necessary for Stella's development.

Merry Christmas and happy holidays to all my readers! Let’s close out this year, and bring in fresh and new opportunities and good health, wealth, and abundance in 2025! 💛

Stella hopped out of the trailer hearing everyone’s boot steps disappear towards the cab of the truck. Shutting the door tightly and making sure the latch was tight, she trudged to the back door on the driver’s side with a sigh. She wished she’d brought her earphones. Adjusting her glasses, she heaved the door open, keeping her gaze low.

She could feel everyone’s curious eyes on her as she leveled herself out to the best of her ability. Her patience was already thin from having to leave Kayce this morning. He looked so damn good and she could have stayed and been consumed by him if responsibility hadn’t made her stop him. Then the mess with Mia and Hotshot, making her feel like she was giving up on him. She wasn’t sure how long her calm demeanor would hold out today.

She looked up and caught Mia and Jimmy staring at her. Feeling a warm sensation on her cheeks under their gaze, she forced the blush from creeping up her face. She reached above her head and pulled herself into the backseat of Rip’s truck, plopping into the seat with a sigh.

Mia leaned over, invading Stella’s personal space. She shoved her phone in Stella’s face. “What do you wanna listen to? These two are boring and lame and want silence for hours.”

Stella shifted her back against the door, putting space between her and the other brunette woman. In all honesty, Stella didn’t hate Mia. But Mia’s loud, invasive personality grated on Stella’s nerves. She couldn’t help but think the boisterous swagger was to cover up some insecurity of hers.

Stella was happy that Jimmy was happy – but the way Mia treated him, often made Stella side eye her. She couldn’t figure out if Mia had an ulterior motive for being with Jimmy, or if she was just being overprotective.

Stella wanted to try and extend an olive branch, but she knew Mia would take an inch and run a mile if she wasn’t careful. Rip’s stern look in the rearview silenced any type of nicety Stella was going to lead with. Stella knew he was still irritated by Mia's presence. It didn't help matters that Stella ran late this morning either. His glare was a passive reminder that everyone was toeing a fine line today. She thought she better let Mia down easy.

“Normally, I’d like some tunes,” Stella could feel the heat from Rip’s stare, and hoped he’d wait to hear what she had to say, “but I’d rather listen to the air conditioner right now, Mia.”

Mia’s shoulders dropped. She pouted, sinking back into her corner of the truck like a petulant child. She muttered under her breath, but loud enough for all of them to hear, about them being boring as hell. Jimmy shifted in his seat, uncomfortable at his girlfriend’s behavior. They’d all seen Rip, who wasn’t much of a people person, lose his temper enough to know Mia was dangerously close to the edge.

Stella couldn’t help but to chuckle. “My boyfriend’s 10 year old behaves better than that, girl.” An uncertain air consumed the men in the cab of the truck with her open admittance of possession over Kayce. It was almost like they forgot that Stella and Kayce were a real thing now. She smirked fondly at the men. She knew how hard it was because she took quite a while to get used to saying it out loud too.

Mia crossed her arms and mind wandered to Stella and Kayce. Their teamwork effortless, almost choreographed – the way they balanced the workload, both emotional and physical, captivated her. Kayce a strong leader and Stella one in her own right, but both together an unstoppable force. Mia knew they would take over this ranch one day. That’s what she longed for with Jimmy. A relationship that was steady as a rock and effortlessly adaptable to anything that came their way.

Mia ignored Stella, making Stella sigh and relax back against her window. She closed her eyes, trying to steal a few minutes of shut eye. After all, Kayce had her up very early this morning long before the start of his day. ‘Damn rancher’s hours,’ a soft smile spread across her cheeks as her mind floated back to him and the sleepy romp he greeted her with this morning.

Stella was rudely woken by the sound of Mia shuffling around and loudly singing to herself. She fixed her glasses, and glanced around the truck. Rip’s knuckles were white on the steering wheel, which Stella was sure was to keep from reaching back and strangling Mia. Jimmy shifted in his seat, making Stella wonder if his back was bothering him, and Mia rocked back and forth lost in her out of tune country song.

Straightening up in her seat, Mia looked over at her with a smirk. “You havin’ a good dream over there?”

Stella breathed in deeply and stretched. She huffed out, dropping her arms and took a glance out the windows. From their immediate surroundings, she could tell they were close to their destination. Her brain finally kicked in and she remembered Mia asked her a question. “Actually, yes. I was.”

“So when you mumbled Kayce,” Mia started but she stopped short with Stella’s fiery eye contact.

“You’re damn straight.” Stella refused to let Mia embarrass her in front of the guys. “I was dreaming about this morning.” Groans echoed from the front seat, making Stella grin.

“Alright that’s enough of that,” Rip interrupted. “We’re here.”

The truck rumbled up along the outer fence for the arena. The crunching of the gravel driveway was loud as the heavy trailer came to a stop next to the arena fence. Stella, Jimmy, and Mia watched as the cowboys came into view. A chute opened with a clang and a horse bucked around the arena, doing everything in its power to get the rider off of him. They watched in awe as the cowboy held on tight and didn’t give up until the pickup men came to get him.

Mia jumped out of the truck slamming the door. She stepped forward and opened Jimmy’s door for him. Rip remained in the truck with Stella. She stayed quiet, observed the grouchy foreman.

He let out a loud breath, closing his eyes and dropping his head back against the headrest. “Ahh, thank god. Silence.”

Stella giggled quietly at his dramatics. “She’s entirely bad, Rip.” The irritable cowboy glared at her in the rear view mirror. A laugh escaped her. “I know, I know. She’s not your usual stoic cowboy.”

“It’s not that, Stella.”

Her eyebrows pulled together in confusion. “Then what is it?”

“The bunkhouse has turned into a fuckin’ frat house.” He shook his head, “I don’t know when it happened, but it needs to be nipped.”

“There’s been a lot goin’ on, and the bunkhouse wasn’t exactly top priority. We’ll get it back together. Maybe I can figure somethin’ out,” Stella shrugged.

Rip nodded. “Today though, I’m havin’ you do the talking.” Stella’s eyes bugged out of her head. Rip smirked, “oh don’t give me that, you know these guys just as well as I do. It’s your turn to take the lead.”

Stella scratched her head and breathed out harshly. It was now or never because soon she would be expected to do these things without Rip’s supervision. She blew out a breath and opened the door, sliding out of the back of the truck.

Jimmy and Mia stood by the back of the trailer, waiting for direction from Rip. They were surprised when they witnessed the hardened cowboy stay in the truck. Stella walked up to the outer arena fence and saw that Sid Steiner was strutting his way over.

Stella waved out a hand to the man as she heard Mia exclaim about who he was in the background. “Hey Sid!”

Sid ducked his head in a polite greeting. “Howdy, Miss Stella! What can I do for ya?”

“Rip should have called you,” she glanced back at the truck, “but we have a gelding we thought you might get some fun out of. I don’t have enough time to work with him as much as he needs, even though it pains me to give ‘im up.”

“Oh, he’s a rough one, huh?”

“Yeah, even Kayce won’t touch him. And Rip doesn’t have the patience for him any more.”

Sid made a face at that admission. Rip, he knew had a short rope for that kind of thing. But Kayce would normally work with any freight train that came his way. In Sid’s opinion, that kid was born to break colts.

Stella cleared her throat, interrupting his thoughts. “Where do you want him?”

“Drop him off in the arena. We'll see what he can do.” Sid began to turn around but stopped himself. “What’s his name?”

Stella grinned at Sid’s memory. He knew she liked the respect of knowing a horse’s name and using it. “Hotshot.” Stella jogged to the truck and leaned in the passenger window to give Rip direction. “Back ‘im up to the arena,” she tapped the window and backed up, giving Rip room to maneuver the truck around.

“Jimmy, Mia!” The couple’s heads turned on a swivel to Stella. She waved her hand in the direction of the truck and trailer. “Help them get Hotshot in the arena.” Mia stared at her, but Jimmy left her standing there open mouthed. Since he had better knowledge of Stella’s new role, he knew to just go with her flow instead of questioning it.

As Jimmy came up beside her, Stella spun on her heel and matched his pace. She hollered over her shoulder, “move it Mia! If you hold your mouth open anymore, you’re gonna catch flies. Let’s go!”

Mia sputtered but her feet started to move, catching up to her boyfriend and Stella quickly. The three of them, plus the help of a few of Sid’s guys, made quick work of getting Hotshot out of the trailer, strapped up, and into the chute. The gelding snorted in anger, pawing at the ground.

Stella patted the gelding’s shoulder. “You got this, boy.” The foursome climbed their way behind the chute to watch Hotshot’s ride. Stella could hear Rip talking to Jimmy about the difference between rodeo on the weekends, show rodeo, and business rodeo.

Sid’s son Rocker, who couldn’t be older than 15, strutted up to the group of adults. He nodded to Stella, who he’d met a few times before, and climbed over the fence to mount up on Hotshot. Stella smirked at Rocker’s determination. She knew he would one day rule the business rodeo world.

She glanced over at Jimmy, who watched the whole scene with wide eyed wonder. He glanced at Stella and admitted, “that kid is 1000 percent cooler than me.”

Stella chuckled and leaned toward him and Mia. “He’s been riding things that have tried to buck him off since he was barely walkin’. Honestly? He’s cooler than all of us,” she looked back to the arena with a laugh.

Sid mounted his horse after getting Rocker ready. “You ready,” he asked his son. Rocker gave a curt nod, laid back on Hotshot, and put himself in position to ride.

With another assertive nod saying he was ready to go, Sid’s men popped open the chute. Hotshot and Rocker took off. Hotshot bounced and flung himself hard. He was doing everything he could to get Sid’s son off his back. He spun this way and that, kicking every which way, but Rocker stuck to Hotshot’s back like glue.

Stella had never seen the gelding that angry. Yes, she’d been thrown. She’d witnessed Rip, Jimmy, and Kayce get flung like ragdolls by Hotshot as well. Never this hard though. Next to her, Jimmy stood up to watch the show in front of him. Rocker started to slip off the side of the gelding, but righted himself quickly. Everyone in the crowd of people was hollering at the teenager to keep fighting.

Sid and the other pickup men came up on both sides of Hotshot to pull Rocker off and get him to safety. Stella heard Jimmy whisper in amazement to himself. She stood next to him and watched as Sid made over to them. Leaning on the fence, she called out to Sid. “So what do ya think?”

“I mean, he bucks pretty good Miss Stella, but he’s not competition material.” Sid leaned on his saddle horn. “I’ll give you a couple grand for him, but that’s because it’s you and Rip.”

Stella thought about it, and looked at Rip nearby listening. Rip just shrugged at her, forcing her to figure it out on her own. He wouldn’t be around forever to give her all the answers. Sella thought maybe she could convince John to keep him on the feed bill if she could get Hotshot to mind his manners? Stella didn’t want to give up on him. She shook her head and faced Sid. “I appreciate that, but John wants him off the feed bill. If he won’t be any good to you, I don’t wanna dump him on yours.”

“Tell ya what? We could keep ‘im for a little while, run him until he don’t feel like buckin’ anymore, if that’ll help?”

“Nah, I’ll make it work. I think I have an idea. Thanks though, Sid.”

“Anytime, Stella,” he smiled at her as she walked away. Sid looked at Rip and waved, “see ya later, man!”

Mia grabbed Stella’s attention, “he didn’t want the horse?”

“Didn’t buck hard enough,” Stella clenched her fists as she explained while continuing to walk by the woman. “C’mon, we gotta get him back in the trailer.” Mia stood, following after Stella.

The women hopped down off the chute loading zone, and Mia jogged ahead to open the trailer. Stella went and got Hotshot from one of Sid’s cowboys. Giving the gelding a pat on the neck, she whispered to him, “it’s okay boy. We’ll get you right.” Stella led him over to the trailer and loaded him up.

She heard Rip call out for Jimmy as she stepped out. She waved to the door, silently directing Mia to close it up as she listened to Rip subtly explain to Jimmy why he shouldn’t rodeo anymore. Especially after his last incident.

“Is this you telling me I shouldn’t rodeo?” Jimmy asked.

“No, Jimmy this is me telling you why you shouldn’t.” Rip cleared his throat. “What you do with the information I give you is up to you, but I want you to think long and hard about it.” He clapped Jimmy’s shoulder, “let’s go.”

Jimmy glanced at Stella sullenly. She smiled sadly at him. Knowing how excited he was when he found something he was good at in this lifestyle, her heart bled for him, understanding that they were slowly convincing him to stop what he loved.

Jimmy moved past her and Stella reached out to grab his arm. “I’m sorry, Jaybird. We’ll figure somethin’ out.”

“Yeah, Stella. Me too,” he muttered and kept going to the cab of the truck. Stella dropped her hand in disappointment, and joined the group in the vehicle.

They headed on down the road back to the Yellowstone. Inside the truck was quiet. Everyone seemed to be locked into their own worlds. Some despondent, some resentful, some overthinking.

Stella’s mind worked overtime, trying to come up with a solution that worked for both Hotshot and Jimmy. She had a possible idea, but she would need to talk to Rip and Kayce before she got Jimmy’s hopes up.

Jimmy stared out the window watching the Montana landscape fly by them. He understood Rip and Stella’s intentions for telling him to stop rodeoing. He knew they cared and were telling him they didn’t want to see him die. But he finally found something that he was good at and it was being ripped away from him.

Mia pouted against the window. She’d heard the conversation between Rip and Jimmy. She thought Jimmy should be able to do whatever he wants with his free time. She couldn’t believe that Stella and Rip were trying to convince him to stop. He was good with broncos and he could make a lot of money. He could make a life for himself, outside of the ranch.

A loud pop and Rip letting out a string of curses pulled everyone out of their thoughts. Stella heard Hotshot squeal in displeasure. The truck vibrated and shook back and forth. Looking around the truck, everyone was holding on to their respective oh shit handles and Rip navigated the truck to the side of the road.

“Damn who dropped a quarter in the magic fingers truck,” Stella joked as the vehicle came to a stop.

“Shut the fuck up, Stella!” Rip screamed. He huffed and puffed with rage as he jumped out to check the tires.

Stella’s lips pursed together, agitated at Rip’s lack of humor, but also understood she was on the thin ice of his temper and it was about to break. Jimmy and Mia stared at her slack jawed. It wasn’t everyday that Rip lost his cool on Stella. Everyone knew that.

Her lips smacked together and said, “y’all stay here. I’m gonna go help him.”

“You think you should after that? I wouldn’t.” Mia crossed her arms indignantly.

Stella rolled her eyes. “Yes, Mia. I know how to deal with pissy pants,” she shoved open the door and hopped out. Marching to the bed of the truck she could hear Rip fighting with a tire on the trailer. She stopped at the bed and grabbed the tire iron and the jack.

Rip kicked violently at the tire and cussed as Stella sidled up behind him. “You might need these, cactus jack.” He leaned a hand against the trailer wall and let out a heavy sigh. “Here, you take the jack and raise it up some,” Stella directed. “I’ll get the lugs off.” Rip grabbed the jack from her and the pair silently got to work.

Jimmy and Mia watched from the inside of the truck. They both decided it was safer to be there than out there with the explosive lead wrangler. Mia cracked a joke about how Rip was one angry man.

45 minutes later they were back on the road. Stella was a little sweaty, but she could deal with it. She silently pleaded with Mia and Jimmy to stay quiet the rest of the ride home.

[lexixstewart]

soooo glad you’re back!!!!!

i love how domestic kayce and stella have gotten!!! it’s adorable to see how far they’ve come

i already want mia gone🙄 can’t stand her, but jimmy reeling in stella makes me giggle lol

Movin’ Mountains

Chapter 6: Wildflowers and Wild Horses

* Pairing: Kayce Dutton x OFC Stella Daniels

* Rating: M

* Warnings: language, hating on Mia (lol), pretty tame tbh.

* Word count: 3,115ish

I would love to give credits to @dameronscopilot and @deanscroissant and @lexixstewart for being sounding boards for me during this whole process, giving outsider insight, being cheerleaders, and allowing me to screech at them about things that have happened during the writing process. I seriously couldn't have gotten this far without y'all.

Author's note: Hey everyone! I promise I haven't disappeared completely. I just ended up needing some time off from writing, but I'm back! I figured I would post this as an apology for being gone for so long, and a thank you to all those who have stuck with me and all the new folks who have shown this story love. I'm hoping to get back to my regular posting speed soon. I hope everyone enjoys this gentle kick back into the world of Kayce and Stella! If you've read this far into my author's note, thank you ♥.

Stella sat quietly with her legs crossed on the bed in the big house. The bedroom that belonged to John. At least up until a few weeks ago when he had Gator place her things in when they went up to the spike camp. It now belonged to Kayce and Stella for the time being. She gazed around thoughtfully thinking about how this used to be John’s bedroom. The discomfort settled in if she thought about it too long. It felt almost disrespectful that she and Kayce took his father’s bedroom while he went to sleep in one of the many cabins that Lee stayed in.

It was early. The sunlight snuck in through the blinds appeared dull and not fully awake yet. It’s how Stella felt. Kayce had been moving around for a while, getting ready for the day. With his movement, she’d slowly sat up little by little. He would walk by her and graze her skin with a light touch. A kiss here and there, on her shoulder, her cheek. It was a new sense of domesticity that she was still getting used to.

In the last few weeks, a lot had happened. Market Equities sent out cease and desists, stalled lawyers, and made land grabs for the Yellowstone. Beth worked fervently in the background to take down the large corporation or at least hold them up. Jamie was sworn in as Attorney General, and Kayce stepped into the position of Livestock Commissioner after his brother.

Jimmy got a girlfriend. Stella groaned in distaste at the thought of Mia. She probably was a very sweet girl, but damn was she annoying. Stella smirked at that thought because to her, it sounded like Rip. Jimmy got critically hurt at that damned rodeo. Teeter gave all the boys a run for their money, just like she’d hoped. A fight with a bunch of out of town bikers. Even Stella had been promoted to being more hands on with the side of the job that Rip took care of.

Stella zoned out on the mattress, memories of everything she’d done as Rip’s understudy. She’d threatened many people, punched quite a few more. She’d made many trips to the hospital, more than she would have liked, but Jimmy was there. She would sacrifice her aversion for the hospital and Mia for him.

John’s past seemed to be coming up hot on their tails too. Wade Morrow was keeping a bunch of buffalo on the land next to the Yellowstone. The buffalo brought problems of their own, but Wade was really the problem. He was working for Market Equities, who now had control of the resort Jenkins had built. Stella figured they brought in someone who could rattle John’s chain, and so far it was working. Wade was a distraction.

Stella chewed at her lip, thinking about all the shit that was about to blow up with the Market Equities problem, and Wade Morrow. 

Kayce rounded the corner, taking in her tense shoulders and far away stare. “Hey,” he muttered softly. “I can smell the fire from here. What’re you thinkin’ about?” He walked over to her, easing himself onto the edge of the bed in front of her.

Her gaze upon the mattress broke and she looked tiredly up at Kayce. “We’re really in the shit, aren’t we?” Her body sagged forward and she focused on her fingers. She hated to bring up the trouble this early in the day, but someone had to say something.

Kayce digested her words for a minute, knowing exactly where all her worries stemmed from. His own were included in that. He nodded with a sigh, “we are,” he placed a hand on her calf and gave a gentle reassuring squeeze, “but we’ve got a plan, and we’re gonna see it through.” He kneaded her leg again causing her to look back at him. Their eyes locked. A silent agreement passed between them. To anyone on the outside, they would have thought the new couple was only admiring one another.

Stella smiled softly at him, breaking the tense spell they’d cast upon each other. “So what does Mr. New Livestock Commissioner have on the table for today?”

He ran his other hand through his hair, bashful. His cheeks felt warm at her new title for him, “probably just catching up on some paperwork.” An explosion of giggles from Stella interrupted him.

“We all know you hate paperwork, Kace.”

“Yeah, but it has to be done at some point. The paper pushers start chewin’ at the bars of the cage when they don’t have anything to do,” he chuckled at her amusement. “Might have a few meetings with ranchers around the county too.”

“Oh,” Stella said suggestively as she rearranged and scooted closer to him.

Kayce wrapped his arm around her shoulders and laid back, pulling them both across the bed. She squealed in delight. Stella snuggled into his side, enjoying the warmth that radiated off of him.

“Actually,” he cleared his throat, “one of my meetings is with a, uh,” he squinted his eyes like he was thinking hard, “Stella Daniels,” he playfully looked at his wrist as if checking the time, “right about now.” He leaned down and captured her lips with his.

Stella sighed happily and let herself be consumed for a brief moment by her best friend. Her boyfriend. That was something she was still working on getting used to as well. She gently pushed back on his chest and grinned hearing his displeased grumble. “As much as I would love to take this meeting,” she rubbed his chest, “I have to rain check.”

“And why is that?”

“Because you’ve got that shiny new job to get to, and I have a grouchy lead wrangler to get to. We gotta take one of the horses up to Hamilton, see if they’ll take him for broncoing.” Stella chuckled, “I probably should’ve been down there 20 minutes ago. He’s gonna be pissed.” She placed a quick kiss on Kayce’s lips and jumped up to get ready. He remained on the bed, but propped himself up on his elbows to watch her.

He knew her rain check wasn’t actually rejection. Her mind had been busy since everything happened with Tate, and even busier when they had her start working closer with Rip. Her shoulders were still tense as she raced around the room searching for her outfit, still adjusting to her things being intermingled with his.

He smiled affectionately as she got irritated and grabbed one of his t-shirts and quietly mumbled fuck it to herself. She ripped off her plain white sleep shirt, slipped on her bralette, and tugged the borrowed clothing over her head. She gave a sigh of relief when the scent of his clothes washed over her. Fresh and clean, but still an undertone of the man that wore it. He was pleased to see that relaxed her, even just the smallest bit.

They all knew Stella could handle the ranch work. She’d done it since before she could legally hold a job and then some. The ranching was the easiest part. There was no denying she was damn good at it, and quick to think on her feet. A great partner for Rip to bounce off of, and for Kayce when he was out with the wranglers.

What Kayce hated was that Stella promised his dad she’d do the job of being Rip’s second hand to fill the gaps that Lloyd couldn’t fill anymore, and then take Rip’s place when the time came. It was a dangerous job that Rip had. Rip was John’s attack dog and cleanup crew. There was no question she would do that, and do it well, for Kayce when the time came. No doubt in his mind truthfully, but he was frustrated that she felt like she had to do it.

Stella pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose and sniffed. She could feel Kayce’s eyes on her the whole time she got ready. She knew he worried about her, but she wasn’t ready to break. Not yet anyway. She tossed her shirt at him softly, grabbing his attention when he caught it. “Now who’s got the fire burnin’?”

Kayce dropped her shirt on the bed and stood to his full height, meeting her in the middle of the room. Gentle hands wound their way around Stella’s lower back. She placed her arms on top of his shoulders and tilted her head back to gaze up at him with soft eyes.

He stared down at her appreciatively. Shame made his stomach sink when he thought about how Monica would have been fine in this situation, but wouldn’t handle it nearly as well as Stella was. With Monica, the small conversation he and Stella had this morning would have most likely ended up in a fight. With Stella, it didn’t.

Her fingers trailed slowly up the back of his neck and she wrapped them around some of the hair at the base of his neck. She gave a gentle tug and locked eyes with him. “Hey, we’re both gonna be just fine. I know it. I’ll have Jimmy with me today anyhow. Can’t get in trouble if the logical portion of the dipshit circus is with me.”

Kayce chuckled because it was true. For whatever reason, when it came to Jimmy and Stella, he was most likely the one who would convince her not to jump into action. Hell, even Kayce struggled with stopping her sometimes. “Yeah, alright,” he relaxed against her. He leaned in and caught her in a kiss that felt like the ground would swallow both of them up.

Stella mumbled against his lips, “not fair. That’s playin’ dirty.”

Kayce pulled away with a devilish grin. “We always play dirty ‘round here, baby.” He winked and turned her toward the door, effectively herding her out of the room.

Stella jogged down the hill as fast as her still balance would allow. Deep breaths and her didn’t fully agree yet. The doctors told her it would probably take a while for it to not cause discomfort, but she wondered exactly how long she could expect it to last.

Spotting the work truck attached to a trailer, she knew Rip was close to leaving. Movement coming from the bunkhouse caught her eye, and she decided this was the perfect time to catch Rip off guard and act like she’d been there waiting. Quickly she leaned up against the trailer, propped one foot up on it, and crossed her arms. When Mia came around the corner with the trailer door, Stella groaned inwardly and Mia shrieked.

Rip’s voice boomed from behind the vehicle, “the fuck are you screamin’ about?”

Mia’s hand was on her chest while she caught her breath. “Stella,” she pointed and panted, “Stella’s here.”

Stella smiled smugly at the woman’s reaction. She was glad there was still some trepidation for her in Mia’s mind. Stella didn't want to completely frighten Mia off, but she did want the “fuck around and find out” threat be in Mia’s mind always. Stella pushed herself off the trailer, keeping her arms crossed, and peeked around the door with a grin.

Rip frowned at her, unamused. “Where the hell have you been? You’re late.”

“I’ve been here, waitin’ on you,” Stella shrugged. “What’s she doin’ here? We don’t need four people for one horse. A horse who’s not as much trouble as you say he is, mind you.”

Mia made a sound of dejection, “well Jimmy’s too busted up, and Rip’ll be doing the important talking, so that leaves us to do it.”

Stella’s fists tightened under her crossed arms. The passive attempt at Mia taking the reins boiled beneath her skin. This barrel racer was gonna be the death of her. She didn’t have anything against barrel racers in general, but the ones that acted like ‘pick me’s’ ground her gears. Laramie was great, fine even. She had her moments, but she fit in with the guys fairly well. Mia on the other hand? A shared look of irritation passed between her and Rip over Jimmy’s shoulder. Jimmy moved and blocked their view of each other.

Jimmy gave Stella a pleading look. He knew she was about to object, rather loudly just like her brother would, so he hoped his look was enough to stop her.

Stella stared at him above her glasses that had slipped down her nose and readjusted them with a sigh, “okay, fine.” Stella waved Mia to the barn. “Go get that 5 year old sorrel outta the first stall.”

Mia squealed with delight at Stella’s acquiescence and darted into the barn, excited to prove herself.

Stella gave Jimmy a sidelong glance, “if me or Rip don’t kill her, you owe me.”

Mia strutted back out of the barn, bringing the 5 year old gelding, named Hotshot. Her heart pounded in her chest as she bounced along, ready to get Stella on her side. Stella hadn’t been cold to her, but the icy breeze that blew her way when Stella was around bothered her. Mia could tell that Stella and jimmy were close. If Mia was planning on being around for any length of time, she knew she had to get the secret leader of the pack to like her.

Mia pulled Hotshot along, but true to his name, he showed out when she tried to get him up into the trailer. He dug his back hooves into the ground and snorted in annoyance.

Stella stepped over out of the way closer to Rip and Jimmy. She knew Hotshot was about to lose his mind. They watched as Mia tugged on his lead rope unsuccessfully. The woman groaned at him for making her look foolish. She looked like she was getting ready to pull at him again.

Stella held her hand up and tried to offer advice to the barrel racer, “Mia, I wo—,” but Mia interrupted her frustratedly.

“—I got it, Stella!” Mia shouted at her. Stella’s face dropped and she smacked her lips, muttering, alright, fine. The combination of Mia’s loud voice and another yank on his head sent him into a fury. He reared back with a squeal, ripping the lead from Mia’s hands. The gelding snapped back, bowed up and bucking. The bucks themselves were only bunny hops, so he wasn’t pissed enough that they couldn’t calm him down. Mia began to dart out the door of the trailer after Hotshot, but Stella’s voice stopped her.

“Don’t move,” Stella let out the warning in a quick, firm growl. Mia stopped short of the end of the trailer and stared at Stella with wide eyes as a set of hooves shot out and dented the one trailer door still closed. Stella shook her head and huffed out a sigh. This was why she hadn’t wanted to entertain Mia coming with them in the first place.

Mia began to stumble through an explanation.

“I don’t care, Mia,” Stella dismissed her quickly.

Stella assessed the annoyed gelding. His small hops turned into loping around in front of the barn. He turned this way and that, deciding who to turn his anger toward. They were in front of the barn which didn’t have a completely closed off fence, but enough of a border to keep him from bolting off into the lower pastures.

Stella whistled shrilly and Hotshot’s ears moved in her direction. His lope slowed down to a trot, but his movement didn’t stop. She whistled again, sharper this time, and he actually turned his head to her. “Yeah, you. I know you ain’t stupid. C’mon.” Stella patted her leg gently and clucked her tongue at him softly.

She watched as Hotshot tossed his head with a snort. Stella forced her shoulders to relax as she turned away from him. Now was the time that the work she’d been putting into the gelding would shine. If any of it stuck with him. She was putting a lot of faith in him. Jimmy caught her gaze and stared at her like she was crazy. She smirked at him, and crossed her arms, confident that Hotshot would come around.

“What the hell are you doin’?” Mia all but whispered from the confines of the trailer. “Don’t turn your back on him!”

“This isn’t for you to interrupt, Mia,” Rip scolded her. “This is Stella’s job. Let ‘er be.” Rip caught the ghost of a grin on Stella’s lips and returned the sentiment. He knew Stella could handle this gelding. She’d been fighting with the strong-willed horse just as much as he had over the last few months. He thought about how she'd been taking on more of a hands-on role lately. His chest tightened with subtle pride for the woman she'd become over the last few years; even more strong-willed, gritty, independent. But every time she took a step deeper into the shit with him, there was something underneath that made his stomach turn. A cloud of fear loomed over his head about her getting sucked too far in and no one left to pull her out. He understood it was what Stella and John agreed upon, but he couldn't help but feel some apprehension toward it. He knew she could handle almost anything this life threw at her, but if he had his way, he wouldn't have her face it at all.

The sound of hooves trotting up behind her made Stella brace for impact if Hotshot’s proverbial brakes didn’t work well enough. He was testing his boundaries and seeing if she trusted him enough. She knew he wouldn’t purposefully hurt her. Her feet moved one step forward as she heard the gravel under the gelding’s skidding feet. Hotshot hopped a few steps and moved to her right side to avoid her as gravel sprayed up and hit the back of her calves.

Stella tilted her head to the right, and listened to his labored breathing from his temper tantrum. She gauged how ready he was for the invasion of her voice and presence. He continued to soothe himself, so she figured it was safe to continue. “You done, buddy?” Stella asked gently. The other three in the group had to strain their ears to hear Stella talk to the gelding.

Hotshot nudged Stella’s elbow and she carefully brought her arm up to wrap underneath his neck, placing her palm flat against his large jaw. She breathed in slow, deep, breaths, convincing the hyped up horse to settle. Once his vibe felt relaxed, head starting to droop, Stella grabbed a hold of the lead rope.

Without turning around, she directed Mia to get out of the trailer and make her way over to Rip and Jimmy. “But go the long way around. Don’t you dare come up behind this horse right now. I’ll kill you myself.”

“I’d do what she says, Mia,” Rip offered guidance.

When Stella heard the crunch of gravel under Mia’s boots go around the front of the truck, her shoulders fully dropped. She whispered, “c’mon boy, let’s get you loaded up, yeah?” Her heart cried because she wanted to keep working with him. But she knew he needed someone who could work with him every day, and around here at the moment, it didn’t seem feasible for her to do. Stella was sure the men in Hamilton would take good care of him.

[lexixstewart]

spotify wrapped tag game! thank you for the tag @mynameismckenziemae !!!🤍

i didn’t think Morgan would be my #1 but sure😅🤷🏼‍♀️

heartbreak hit hard this year which makes so much sense why Religiously is my #1 (absolutely LOVE that song)

i think there should be more Nickelback, Lainey, and the Twisters soundtrack should have made an appearance but this makes sense for the most part!

such a fun game! thanks again @mynameismckenziemae !! no pressure tag: @keep-the-wolves-close (not sure if you use spotify but you’re my one other friend on this app hahahah)

[lexixstewart]

holyyyyy shitttt🥵

in DESPERATE need of some of this rn😏😩

love these two men together😉

No Nut November

Part 1 of 2.

Jake Seresin x F Reader/You x Bradley Bradshaw

Summary: Bradley and Jake decide to partake in No Nut November…without consulting you first. You’re determined to make them cave.

Warnings: Adults (18+) only! MDNI! This work contains: adult language, dirty talk, teasing, talks of ass play/anal, oral (f receiving), a little spanking.

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“You wouldn’t last a week,” Jake chuckles as he leans forward over the green velvet pool table to shoot, “I’ve bunked with you for chrissakes.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Bradley asks, resting his back against the wall.

The way his eyes heat when they flick to Jake’s jean-clad ass makes your stomach flutter as you drop off the round of beers.

There’s…something going on between them, but you never ask. Just like they know you’re hooking up with both of them, but neither ask you about that either.

“It means,” Jake straightens as he replies, “I’ve heard you rub one out. Like, every night.”

The image his words bring to mind nearly makes you drop the tray. Bradley lying there in the dark, hand shoved inside those boxer briefs, biting his lip to stay quiet as he hurriedly jerks off…

Bradley flushes but appears otherwise unbothered he takes the beer you offer. His eyes are on yours while he replies, “I’ve got a high sex drive.”

God, does he ever. Not once in the countless nights you’ve spent with him over the past year has he only gone one round. Usually, the next morning too, when you wake up to his hard cock pressing against your ass.

“And no self-control apparently,” Jake quips at your back, sliding his fingers down your arm as he reaches around to take one of the bottles.

Bradley rolls his eyes as he takes a long swig, holding the bottle out to you when he’s done. “Will you hold this while I wipe the floor with Bagman, sweetheart?”

“Hangman,” Jake corrects like he does every time.

Bradley winks as he hands you the bottle, knocking his shoulder into Jake’s after he takes the cue from him.

“So,” you say as you turn to watch, leaning back in the spot Bradley vacated before bringing his beer to your lips to steal a drink, “What were you two talking about?”

“No Nut November,” Jake replies, retesting beside you. “A couple of the boys are participating. Bradshaw thinks he could do it no problem.”

“What about you?” You look up day him, “Think you can go a full month without it?”

He licks his lips, taking a drink before meeting your gaze.

“30 days of without your hand,” your nails trail up his arm, goosebumps rising in their wake, “or mine.” He tenses when you lean in to whisper near his ear, “Without my mouth or pussy…”

“Fuck,” he breathes, turning his head. The green in his eyes is hardly visible from his lust-blown pupils. The low din of the bar fades away as he draws closer for a kiss.

“Your turn,” Bradley interrupts, causing you both to jump, “And you say I’m the one with no self-control?”

“Yeah,” Jake pushes off the wall, clearing his throat, “You’re the one who can’t wait to jerk off until his bunkie is asleep,” he turns to look at you with a haughty look, “and yes. I can go 30 days without.”

Your brow arches at the line he just drew.

Game on.

“Fuck off,” Bradley laughs, as Jake tugs the cue from his hand and lines up his shot. “Well instead of going to the bathroom 10 minutes later to do the same thing, you could’ve just said something.”

Jake doesn’t reply, but the way his body stiffens tells you what you need to know.

“That’s what I thought,” Bradley murmurs. His smirk turns to a frown when he takes his beer back that’s now only half full.

Penny catches your eye and back behind the bar you go.

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Even though you don’t hear the rest of the conversation, they both leave shortly after with a bullshit excuse about an early morning hop.

Like that’s ever stopped either of them before.

A few days go by with radio silence. Which is unusual despite the casual situationship you’re in with them both. At least you keep telling yourself it’s casual.

Both Jake and Bradley have made it abundantly clear that they want more from you, but you keep using the excuse that you’re not looking for anything serious right now.

But the truth is, you can’t choose between them.

And how could you? Bradley’s charming, funny, and easy-going nature puts you at ease. His cool confidence carries into the bedroom too, the way he coaxes orgasm after orgasm from your body with his dirty words, his talented tongue, his big hands, and bigger cock…

Then there’s Jake. Sure, he’s a cocky asshole, but that’s the thing you lov-like most about him. The way he teases, overstimulates, pushes your body to the limits, and makes you beg is addicting in itself. But in the quiet after, his well hidden sweet, vulnerable side is revealed with murmured praises and sweet kisses to your trembling skin as he wraps his body around yours.

You don’t reach out either and a full week goes by before you see either of them again.

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“Hey sweetheart,” the sound of Bradley’s voice from behind makes your heart flutter.

“Hey,” you turn, feigning nonchalance as you wipe down the bar, “Long time no see.”

I’ve missed you.

“Yeah,” he sighs, sitting on one of the stools, “it’s been crazy at work.”

“Oh,” you fill a glass with what’s on tap and set it down in front of him, “figured you were avoiding me.”

“Now why would I be avoiding you?” He smiles before he brings the bottle to his lips, eyes twinkling.

“You know why,” you lean over the bar, giving him a nice view of your pushed-up breasts down your shirt as you clean the wood in front of him, “You agreed to No Nut November, didn’t you?”

He’s licking the foam from his mustache, eyes locked on your chest when you straighten, “Huh?”

“You and Jake are doing No Nut November, aren’t you?”

“Yeah,” he snaps out of it, giving you a sheepish look, “not the best idea in hindsight.”

“Not really,” you agree, brushing your fingers over his, “I’ve been lonely without you, Roo.”

He exhales shakily at that, giving you a heated look at the name you call him only in bed.

“And it’s only…” you look at the calendar, “November 10th.”

“I know,” he looks pained, “I’ll make it up to you, sweetheart, I swear.”

“Yeah, for a whole 30 seconds,” you say sarcastically, “can’t wait.”

“Really?” He deadpans, and you have to bite your lip to keep from laughing, “When have I ever gotten off before you did? The first time doesn’t count.”

That does make you laugh. He’d chased you for months and was excited, a little too excited the first time you finally let him in your pants. But he’d dropped to his knees after and definitely made up for being quick on the draw.

Just the thought of him looking up at you between your thighs with those honey-brown eyes nearly makes you whimper.

“You’re right,” you smile, “other than the first time, you’ve never gotten off before me.”

He smirks as he brings the glass up to his lips again.

“I suppose it’s not like I can’t get myself off either,” you sigh again, “it’s just not the same though. My fingers don’t fill me up the way you do.”

“Fuck sweetheart,” he sputters, “you can’t just say things like that.”

“But it’s true,” you shrug before leaning in to whisper, relishing in the way he tenses, “I ordered that bigger plug we talked about. It came in the mail yesterday.”

“Oh yeah?” He croaks, tilting his head to ghost his lips over your jaw.

He’s been obsessed with your ass since he first saw you. You brought up trying anal after he played with your ass during doggy and it’s something the two of you have been working towards.

“Yeah,” you sigh, “I wanted to try it out with you, but I don’t think I can wait that long. I need you, Roo. My fingers, toys…nothing compares to the way your cock feels.”

“Jesus,” he breathes, rising suddenly, “I-I gotta go.”

Your eyes drop and your mouth waters when he reaches for his wallet; his cock is straining against the tight denim.

“I’m sorry,” he grimaces as he throws a 20 on the bar before backing away, “I’ll call you, I promise.”

“Okay,” you shrug as if you couldn’t care less, but your heart races.

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Jake shows up 2 nights later and you barely spare him a glance.

This whole thing is his fault, after all.

He finds you doing inventory in the storage room when there’s a lull in service.

“You mad at me?” He asks, moving your hair aside to kiss the weak spot below your ear.

“No,” you try to keep your voice steady, “I love not hearing from or seeing you for over a week.”

Shit.

You cringe, kicking yourself for letting him see you vulnerable.

He pauses, but only for a moment. “I’m sorry, I’ve been busy with work.”

“Yeah,” you murmur, bending over suddenly to check the bottles of liquor on the lowest shelf, “Me too.”

The new position pushes your ass into Jake’s crotch and his hands instinctively reach for your hips.

“What are you doin’ honey?” He grits out, pulling you back to feel every hard inch of him, “‘sides playing with fire?”

His Texas twang comes out when he’s turned on but you suppress the shiver it brings.

“Inventory,” you reply, straightening to write the number down.

“I miss you,” he whispers, making your heart skip a beat, “and I don’t mean just this,” he finds the sweet spot on your neck again. “But I can’t seem to keep my hands,” his fingers dig into your hips as he ruts against your ass, “or my cock to myself when you’re around.”

“So don’t,” you murmur, turning your head to brush your lips over his, “Please Jake?”

I miss you too.

“I…can’t,” he sighs regretfully, squeezing your hips once more before taking a step back, “I’m sorry, darlin’.”

“Let me guess, you’ll make it up to me when November’s over?” Your eyes narrow as you face him, crossing your arms.

He cringes. “Well…yeah.”

You sigh. “Not sure if I’ll even need you anymore, I’m getting pretty used to my vibrator.”

He backs you up against the shelving and cages you in with his arms. “Does your toy fill you up the way I can?” He emphasizes his question with a roll of his hips. “Does it make you cum over and over until you’re trembling and tears fill your pretty eyes? Do you have to beg? Say ‘please’ for it to stop?”

“No,” your answer is soft and breathy. His eyes dip to your lips as you lean in, “but it doesn’t neglect me for a month over a stupid competition either.”

You duck under his arm and try not to laugh at his heavy sigh as you walk away.

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Another week goes by. Bradley calls once and they each text randomly but keep things PG, not taking the bait when you send suggestive ones back either. Or send dirty pictures. Jake just sent you a 🖕🏻 in response to the picture of your hand down the front of your panties and Bradley left you on read when you sent him a photo of your lace-clad bottom, holding the new plug.

No Nut November is more than halfway over but you’re completely over it.

While the night before Thanksgiving is one of the busiest of the year, you took off to finish preparing for the holiday. You’re hosting the Daggers who aren’t going home or don’t have anyone to go home to.

Everything is good to go a little after 9. With a sigh, you begin to pull the apron over your head but pause with an idea.

Wearing nothing but the apron, you take a picture of your reflection; nipples just visible and your hand running up your inner thigh.

You: Everything’s ready for tomorrow. Wanna come over for a taste test?

Next, you turn around, capturing your bare ass and an innocent look.

You: Too bad the turkey is the only thing getting stuffed tonight.

With a sigh you hop in the shower, not realizing you sent the pictures to them both.

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There’s a knock at the front door as you flick off the water.

“Just a second!” You call, wrapping your towel around you tightly.

“It’s Jake,” he calls back, muffled.

“Come in,” you reply. He knows where the spare is, but still knocks out of respect. “I’m just getting out of the shower.”

“What’s up?” You ask as you come out of the bathroom, the pictures already forgotten.

Jake’s leaning against the wall across, waiting.

“I’m here for that taste test,” he hungrily looks over your bare legs as he pushes off the wall.

“What about the bet?” Your breath catches as he weaves his hands into your hair.

“It’s still on,” he answers before capturing your lips in a dizzying kiss.

“But…” you start when he pulls off your lips to find your neck instead, “What are-“

“I’ll take a cold shower after,” he murmurs against the sensitive skin, making you shiver. “I can’t spend another night without yo-making you feel good.”

Your heart stutters at his Freudian slip.

“Okay,” you whisper, leaning back in. Your legs wrap around his waist when he grabs your bare ass and lifts, carrying you into your room before laying you down on the bed, your phone digging into your back.

He rips the towel open as you reach for the phone, tossing it aside without a glance…or noticing that you hit the call button.

“Oh Jake,” you moan loudly, drowning out the sound of Bradley picking up when he doesn’t hesitate to devour you like the starved man he is. Your hands find his hair as he tongues your cunt and tug when he hones in on your clit.

“I’ve missed this sweet pussy,” he sounds as wrecked as you feel as he brings his hand up, pushing two fingers inside you, his hips slowly rutting against the bed, “dreamed about it every fucking night and woke up hard and wanting you every morning.”

“Y-oh,” a needy whine escapes as he curls his fingers against your g-spot, “you poor thing.”

He pulls his fingers out to slap your clit, making you gasp, clenching around nothing. “Don’t be a brat.”

“You could’ve had me,” your fingers tighten in his hair before pulling him back in, “this was your idea.”

Your eyes fall closed and he groans when he puts his mouth on you again. “Stupid fuckin’ idea.”

“Uh-huh,” you agree, panting. “You’re never doing it again. I won’t allow it.”

“What about Roo?”

Your eyes fly open to see him smirking. “W-what about him?”

“Is he allowed to do it again?” He licks a long, slow stripe through your arousal as he waits for your answer.

You swallow thickly, before slowly shaking your head. “Nope.”

He arches his brow but doesn’t reply, instead doubling his efforts. You release the breath you didn’t realize you were holding when his tongue slides up to your clit, circling while he pushes his fingers back inside you.

“Yeah,” you whine, tugging his hair and grinding against his face, “that’s-that’s good. Just like that, Jake. Keep going, I’m close.”

Jake just moans as you use him. His hips rutting harder but his mouth and fingers keep the same, sweet rhythm until you’re teetering on the edge of release.

But then he gently sucks your clit into his mouth and that’s all it takes to push you over. Your hands pull his hair as your back arches, legs wrapping around his head as you ride out the waves of pleasure.

A low, guttural groan is ripped from his throat as you writhe against him, the sight, the taste and the sounds of your release proving to be too much.

“Fuck,” he pants, resting his head on your trembling thigh with a grimace, “I just lost.”

“You lo-what?” The ability to think straight left when the first brush of his tongue.

“I just came in my fuckin’ pants,” he sighs, his arms shaking as he lifts himself to his knees. Your eyes drop to the wet spot staining his jeans, “I lost.”

A breathy laugh escapes as your toes run over his still semi-hard cock, “Sorry?”

“No you’re not,” he sighs, his eyes darkening, “but you will be.”

The air is pushed from your lungs as he flips you onto your stomach, slapping your ass so hard tears spring to your eyes.

“Hey!” You scrabble to get away from the assault but his hand between your shoulders pushes you back down, “It’s not my fault! I didn’t even touch you!”

“You didn’t,” he agrees, slapping the other ass cheek equally as hard, “but you did tease me at the bar, and send me dirty pictures and-“

“I won’t tell Roo if you won’t!” You rush out when his hand leaves your ass presumably to spank you again.

“It’s a little late for that.”

Both of your heads whip toward your bedroom door where Bradley’s standing, clad in that gaudy Hawaiian print he wears so well, his erection obvious against the confines of the tight-as-sin jeans.

He also knows where your spare is.

His eyes rake over your naked body, smirking as he holds his phone up for the both of you to see. The color leaves your face as you see your name reflected on the screen.

He’s been listening the whole time.

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A/N: Hope you enjoyed part 1! Part 2 should be along in the next few days. Spoiler: the turkey is NOT the only thing getting stuffed 😉

Tagging a few I think may be interested:

@callsigns-haze

@writtingrose

@blindedbythelightt

@phoenix-rising-starbird-one

@dizzybee03

@shanimallina87

@lexixstewart

@hookslove1592

@jessicab1991

@livzblog

@carolina-on-my-mind03

@racerchix21

@that-one-fangirl69

@mrsbradshaw-seresin01

@sydneejean

@xoxabs88xox

@midnightmagpiemama

@its-the-pilot

@kmc1989

@psuedochakra

@fandomology101

@kneelforloki

@djs8891

@mavrellover91

@hotch-meeeeeuppppp

@seitmai

@emerald-jade1

@alwayshave-faith

@thespillingvoid

@glenpowellluver

@lunatygerqueen

@bigstrongpowellheart

[lexixstewart]

oh goodness😩🥵

gonna need some of that! yes please!

so so soooo good😏 thank you!!!

Caught In The Act

Bradley Bradshaw x Female Reader

Warnings: MDNI! Adults (18+) only! Smut, unprotected p in v, pussy slapping, dirty talk, use of “good girl”, a like degradation, creampie, etc.

Thank you for the idea @lexixstewart! This one kind of ran away on me again 😂

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“Perfect,” you murmur as you hit record on your phone, finally getting the angle right where you’ve propped it on the chair.

First, you lay on your back, face tipped towards the camera. Your eyes fall closed as you run your hands down your body, imagining they’re Bradley’s.

Next, you flip onto your stomach, biting your lip as you shift onto your knees, arching your back the way he likes when he takes you from behind.

A smile pulls at your lips when you turn to slowly crawl across the bed, looking back over your shoulder innocently at the phone.

Your heart tugs as you remember why you’re doing this. Starting tomorrow morning, Bradley will be the property of the US Navy for the 3 long months.

But tonight, he’s all yours.

And when he’s going to remember it every time he has a moment alone when you send him the results of what your phone is capturing.

The wrought-iron bars of your bed cool your hands as you grip it, pushing your ass out. The pale pink lace framing it is delicate and innocent-looking; which will drive him crazy with that corruption kink of his.

Arousal races through you, heating your face and settling between your thighs as you think of what he’s going to do when he sees you in this getup. Taking a shaky breath, you look over your shoulder at the phone to get the perfect shot.

“Well, well, well,” Bradley’s voice by the bedroom door makes you jump, “what do we have here?”

“You’re early,” you reply instead of answering, shivering at the way his eyes are roaming hungrily over your body.

“Yep,” he answers, popping the ‘p’ as he pulls his tee shirt over his head, “Wanted to spend as much time inside you-I mean with you before I ship out,” he smiles wolfishly as he kicks off his pants and boxer-briefs before kneeling on the bed, “but it looks like you had other plans.”

He nods to the vibrator you tossed on the bed; you had been planning on taking some videos too. He hasn’t spotted your phone propped up.

“No, I was…,” your lie turns into a gasp as he runs his lips over your shoulder up to your neck, goosebumps rising from the scratch of his mustache.

“Fuck, this is pretty,” he makes you flinch when he snaps the strap of the bra against your shoulder, “You were…?” he prompts.

All thoughts disappear with a breathy sigh when his hands ghost over your sides to cup your breasts, toying with your nipples through the lace before heading lower, “…getting your tight little pussy ready for me?”

“No?” He murmurs against your ear when you fail to respond, “Guess I better do that-oh fuck,” he groans when he dips his fingers between your legs, cock twitching eagerly when he finds the absence of material.

“These are…” he pauses to clear his throat, voice husky and low as his fingers rub slowly over your clit, making your breath catch, “crotchless panties.”

You turn your head to look up at him with big doe eyes before nodding slowly, your recording phone forgotten at his ministrations.

“I thought you were a good girl,” he whispers, leaning in to bite your lower lip, “good girls don’t wear these, sweetheart. Only easy sluts do.”

A shaky whimper escapes and tears fill your eyes as you play the part he loves so much.

“That’s what you really are, huh?” he rasps, biting your shoulder as he guides the head of his cock through your arousal before lining himself up.

“Please don’t tell anyone,” you whisper, lip quivering as you push back onto him.

“Christ,” he groans, eyes falling closed when he bottoms out inside you, “I won’t, sweetheart. Your secret is safe with me.”

“Good,” your demeanor changes as you bring your hand up to pat his ruddy cheek before holding back onto the frame, “Now fuck me like the easy slut I am.”

The air is pushed from your lungs as he obliges; fucking you at a punishing pace and kissing your cervix with each deep stroke.

“Just look at you,” he pants, sliding his hand from your hip to tug at the fabric parting your cheeks before slipping back around to your front, “no one would ever believe you’re a good girl if they could see the way you fuck.”

Yes!” You cry out when he slaps your clit before soothing it with gentle circles, pushing you right to the edge of release. “More baby, please?”

He chuckles as he does it again, but it turns into a punched-out groan when you clench around him suddenly, shuddering as your orgasm rips through you.

“Fuckfuckfuck,” he gasps as you milk him dry.

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“What were you actually doing?” Bradley asks after lying back and pulling you into his arms.

Your eyes widen as you remember your phone. Which is still recording.

“I-uh,” you look up with a sheepish smile, “I was taking pictures to send you on deployment…”

“Mmmm,” he hums, “what’s wrong with that?”

“Nothing,” you reply, “but it was…uh, recording.”

“The whole time?” His spent cock stirs in interest against your thigh.

“The whole time,” you nod, biting your lip.

“You’ll have to send me it,” he smiles slowly, brushing your lips with his before flipping you onto your back, “and this one too.”

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A/N: kind of forgot what I was supposed to be writing halfway through 🤷🏻‍♀️ 🥴

Tagging:

@dizzybee03

@its-the-pilot

@hookslove1592

@hisredheadedgoddess28

@atarmychick007

@littlezee80

@k-k0129

@phoenix-rising-starbird-one

@jessicab1991

@djs8891

@lonelysoul50

@mrsevans90

@landpiranha-blog

@bellaireland1981

@shanimallina87

@writtingrose

@fandomology101

@amiets2

@psuedochakra

@lyn-js

@averagereader35

@emma8895eb

@midnightmagpiemama

@blindedbythelightt

@lunatygerqueen

@whitewolfsbitch

@that-daughter-of-hephaestus

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[lexixstewart]

GIRLLLLLL YES

thank you thank you thank you!!!!! it’s SO GOOD!!!!🥵😩

i would also like to be on a beach a little sunburnt rn😉

Mix It With Rum

Tyler Owens x Female Reader

Warnings: MDNI! Adults (18+) only! Smut, oral (f receiving), unprotected p in v, exhibitionism (kind of), a single slap on the ass, dirty talk, creampie kink, etc.

Request from @lexixstewart

Song is Rum by Brothers Osborne

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“Oops,” you giggle as you set the drinks down a little too hard, creamy liquid sloshing over the side.

No one can see you in the little outdoor shower attached to your room so there’s no qualms about licking clean what spilled over your hand.

“Yum,” a sigh escapes you as the cool, sweet flavors of pineapple and coconut hit your tongue. It tastes better than the first one you had earlier, putting you on the right side of tipsy.

After starting the shower, you turn on Spotify and strip off your bikini top, tossing it over the top of the wood surround, and smiling because you know Tyler can see it from the pool where you left him when he’d gotten distracted by a bachelor party talking football.

The most fitting song begins to play as your bottoms join the top and you slide under the lukewarm water, humming along as you rinse the sunscreen and sand from your slightly pink skin.

We came out here to do a whole lotta nothin'

And we're doin' pretty good I think

It was the first full day of your weeklong honeymoon and between wedding planning and storm chasing, the two of you hadn’t had a chance to relax in months. The hot sun, even hotter sex, and beautiful beach are just what you need.

Your hips start to sway as you hum along, pausing only to take another swallow of the addicting drink.

The only one thing we need to worry about

Is fillin' up when the ice cubes clink

After the shampoo is rinsed, you lather your body while the conditioner’s in your hair, your skin so soft and smooth from the sand.

Dippin' our toes in the water

I don't care if it gets any hotter

There’s a loud, wet slap and you whip around to a grinning Tyler, his cheeks flushed from rum and sun.

“Tyler James,” you chide, rubbing the burning handprint he left on your buttcheek, “the pool is right there! Anyone could’ve heard that.”

It's you and me rememberin' how to have fun

Let's put our hearts together

He sings you the words as he drops his swim trunks, his cock thick and hard between his muscular thighs as he takes a long drink from the glass next to yours before stepping through the water, back you straight against the cool, damp wood.

“You’re gonna much more than that later tonight for sneaking away on me, Mrs. Owens,” he smiles as his hands find your ass, taking a handful in each before squeezing tightly; a promise for later. “The only other group out there left when I did,” he continues, leaning close to brush his lips over yours before giving you a teasing kiss, “I made sure it was empty so I could do this.”

“Do wha-oh,” you cut off with a sigh when he drops to his knees, lifting your thigh over his sun-kissed shoulder before he surges forward.

Two parts love and a pinch of good weather

And top it all off with the sun…continues in the background as he unhurriedly and messily uses his tongue, lips, chin, and nose to devour you.

When you nearly knock both half-full glasses off the shelf to steady yourself, an idea comes to mind.

The chilled drink is cool against your heated skin as you slowly pour it over your breasts. Tyler’s eyes have fallen closed so he doesn’t even notice until it hits his tongue.

“Taste so good,” he moans, eyes full of lust as he takes in the view, “nothing could get better than this; my wife’s sweet pussy,” he licks a thick stripe through your arousal, “mixed with my cum from earlier,” his dirty words make you whimper as he wetly laps up the sweet concoction sliding down your stomach, “and piña colada. Fuck.”

He slides one hand up through the mess and the other goes between your thighs as he zeroes in on your clit with his tongue. He taps two fingers on your lips, pushing them inside to suck on when you open your mouth while two slip into your pussy to curl against your g-spot.

And mix it with rum, mm, mm, mm, mm.

Already toeing the edge of your release, the vibrations as he hums along is all it takes for you to fall over; your sounds of pleasure are muted by his fingers.

Tyler doesn’t give you a chance to recover before he rises; your legs wrap around his waist by muscle memory alone when he lifts you.

The low, drawn-out groan when he sinks inside your still-clenching body makes you shiver before he sets a quick, unforgiving pace with his thrusts, revealing how just worked up he is.

“Never gonna let you outta my sight again-fuck!” He grunts against your neck when you tighten around him, “Gonna stay in the room the rest of the trip so I can fill you up any time I want,” he angles his hips to catch your clit with each stroke, “anywhere I want, and any hole I want.”

“Yes,” you breathe, tugging him up by his hair to give him a biting kiss, “Please Ty. I need it-need your cum.”

He groans into your lips as his hips slow into a grind, cock twitching as he releases deep inside you; his triggers yours with a soft cry that he doesn’t bother to muffle.

“Love you,” he pants, pressing his forehead to yours as you catch your breath.

“I love you too. And I want you to have me in any and every way you want,” you smile softly, give him a sweet kiss, “but I’m not staying in the room for the rest of the trip.”

“Alright,” he agrees with a laugh, “so a blow job at the beach and anal in the cabana?”

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A/N: If you’re wondering where this came from…I would like nothing more than to be a little tipsy, a little sunburnt and a lotta fucked at a beach right now. 😏

As always, any interaction is appreciated but I love knowing what you think in the comments/reblogs.

Tagging who I think may be interested (ignore if you don’t want to read this, I just don’t have a ‘Tyler Owens’ taglist yet):

@lexixstewart (thank you for the idea/prompt 😘 I hope you like it!)

@shanimallina87

@dizzybee03

@phoenix-rising-starbird-one

@bellaireland1981

@blindedbythelightt

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anything! anything at all bob!😩

🕸mm’s kinktober 2024🕷

Lack of Lingerie

(Bob Floyd x Female Reader)

Warnings: Smut. 18+ only! MDNI!

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“What have you got on under here?” Bob’s fingers find your thighs through the high slit of your dress as soon as Cyclone walks away.

Bob had looked like he wanted to devour you when you walked into the venue earlier. His hand on your bare lower back had felt like a brand as he took you around, introducing you to the big wigs.

“You’ll find out,” you murmur, bringing the champagne flute to your mouth, lips quirking at the rapt attention he pays to your painted lips, “later.”

His eyes darken at your response and he’s hot on your heels as you turn to find your table. “A thong maybe? I don’t see any lines. Maybe that green one you wore on Christmas?”

“Could be,” you shrug as he pulls out your chair. “Thank you,” you press a kiss to his cheek that turns pink at Jake’s wolf whistle before taking a seat.

“Or,” he continues lowly as he sits beside you, “that white mesh set? The one from our first weekend away in Big Sur? God, the way it hugged your ass…”

“Maybe,” you lie before thanking the server that’s pouring your water.

The nonchalance is an act; you want nothing more than to reveal your lack of undergarments to him…yet you want to see how far he’ll let you push him.

“Something from our honeymoon?” He leans close to whisper, kissing the sweet spot in your ear while the food is being served. “That little scrap of navy silk?”

“You ripped those with your teeth,” you remind him, thankful for the low lighting that covers your nipples standing at attention, “remember?”

“Oh yeah,” he smirks.

Neither of you would ever forget that.

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“One of those nude ones,” he says as the wait staff brings out dessert, “The ones you say aren’t sexy but everything on you looks sexy. What are they called?”

“No-show,” you reply, “and you’ll have to find out when we get home.”

You try not to smile as he sits back with a sigh.

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“The red lace thong,” he says, clapping politely after the final speech, continuing when you don’t reply, “You remember that one, right? Or what happened the last time you wore it?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you answer with faux confusion, knowing you’re playing with fire as he leads you through the crowd.

“Really?” He murmurs, turning you down a dark hallway before backing you into a hidden alcove. Goosebumps follow his fingers trailing up your thigh. “Do I need to remind you?”

You whimper at the memory of him turning your skin the same shade of red; and the way you flinched every time you sat the days following.

“No,” you whisper, “I remember now.”

“Mmm,” he hums, brushing his lips over yours as his fingers trail higher, “You’ll be getting more than a reminder if you don’t tell me what you’ve got on under here.”

“Why don’t you feel for yourself,” you answer, reaching for his hand to bring it up to your hip, shivering when his fingertips brush over your skin instead of the band of your underwear.

“Fuck,” he breathes, “you’re not wearing any,” he brings his hand around to your bare ass and tsking as he squeezes a handful. “What am I going to do with you?”

“Anything you want,” you reply, nipping his lower lip.

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A/N: ISorry this one is a little shorter. Anyway, I just ♥️ Bob.

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[lexixstewart]

YEAHHH BABY!!!!! WE’RE BACK IN THE GAME!

can’t waitttt to read more!!! i’m already obsessed!!!!

The Hound’s Pursuit

Chapter 1: Crossroads of Chaos

Disclaimer: I am in no way affiliated with the movie Triple Frontier and I don’t claim to have created its original characters. The only characters that belong to me are Juniper and JD. This is posted for pure entertainment, and I do not make profit off of this.

Warnings: mentions of violence, language, PTSD (I think), tension between old friends, mentions of dead bodies, anxiety, dread, loss.

Pairing: Will “Ironhead” Miller x Juniper “Hound” Winters

Word Count: 2,629ish

Author’s Note: I hope you all enjoy! I’d love to hear your thoughts on it! A little nervous about this one.

“No,” Juniper’s face sharpened intensely at her older brother’s buddy Santiago from special ops, who breezed in through the door to the bar. “Absolutely not.” She frowned as she observed Santiago searching for the room, and when he spotted the siblings he strutted the rest of the way over to them.

Pope called out to grab her brother’s attention. “Deadeye!”

Juni felt her shoulders tense. Every time this man showed up, some hare-brained scheme was attached and it left her waiting in the wings worried sick about whether or not her brother, friends, and herself would come back in one piece.

JD screwed his face up at her reaction to their friend. He understood her trepidation when it came to Pope showing up out of the blue, but he’d welcome any of his friends with open arms any time. Pope had an over the shoulder laptop bag that he swiftly set down next to a chair on JD's side of the table. Pope set a black plastic clipboard, the kind that had storage once you opened it, down on the table.

Juni eyed it suspiciously, remembering the day he’d come to her and JD to ask for help with the last mission in Brazil taking down the well known criminal powerhouse that was Lorea. They were rich for a few short days. Until they weren’t. The thought of how Redfly’s family was making out crossed her mind.

To Juni, the bar suddenly felt like the locker room at the gym before Benny’s fight, the night Pope gathered them all to sell his scheme. The whole group gathered together, debating whether to trust Pope’s latest get rich scheme or not. Whether they could even achieve it. Juni laid her reservations of the cons outweighing the pros out on the floor before Benny bit at them to focus because he was going into his fight.

She remembered the look Will gave her like it was yesterday. The silent agreement with her solid points. Juni looked back to the clipboard. Unless they were files from the job he’d just come off of, Juniper just knew that meant he was here on business. She’d only ever seen that portable clipboard when he was working.

The last time he’d shown up brought chaotic planning and action. They went from being together, watching Benny fight, to being in Brazil seeing the arsenal Pope had acquired over the years, within 24 hours. She couldn’t shake the feeling that this time was no different. She could smell chaos brewing from that clipboard. The feeling of the heavy weight of her holding Redfly’s body wrapped up made her shudder. The memory of carrying her fallen friend made nausea creep up her throat.

Her mind worked quickly to figure out what Pope could be up to. Could it be Lorea’s son? A family member? Someone Lorea worked closely with wanting revenge? No, the family hadn’t gotten a good enough look at them on the way out. Could it be another big guy Pope had been gunning for since becoming a full time hired gun advisor? She could hear her heartbeat in her ears. Her breathing sped up as all of the endless possibilities sped through her mind. The mumbles of conversation swirled around her and the clinking of the glasses were an ample reminder of the war going on in her mind. The dim lights, almost deafeningly bright.

JD rose from his chair and clapped hands with the subject of Juniper’s ire. The intrusive noise added to her annoyance. “Hey man, good to see ya! Didn’t know you were back in town,” he chuckled, cutting through the tension between his sister and Pope. The men slapped each other on the back and released each other. JD welcomed Pope with an easy grin, oblivious to his sister’s internal battle. All Juniper could feel was dread pooling in her stomach. The last few times he had shown up brought nothing but chaos and extra therapy sessions.

Juni glanced between the clipboard and her brother. Her heart thudded in her chest as she wondered if JD had already been roped into whatever Pope had come here to discuss. Part of her wanted to shield JD from anymore trauma, but she knew he would make his own decision regardless of her fears. During the mission in Brazil, they’d come close to losing everything. She couldn’t let that happen again.

It was like her brother could feel her rising anxiety. JD knew Pope probably had some idea in his head, and considering how the last one ended, it was a shot in the dark on whether he would accept it or not. Despite the warmth of the bar reddening his cheeks, he felt the bite of the cold air of the upper Andes snap at his face and a shot rang out in his head. A flash of Redfly falling forward, and their special ops brother’s blood splattering across his face crossed his mind.

He shook his head and pulled himself out of the memory feeling his breathing begin to slow down and even out from the almost hollow breaths the memory had caused him to take. He rubbed his fingers against his palms trying to get rid of the sweat that had started to push through his pores. A wave of survivor’s guilt hit him. He didn’t blame Pope. It could have happened to any of them. It was just bad luck. He still trusted Pope, but after Redfly, it was a shaky foundation that his blind acceptance stood on. He glanced down before meeting Juni’s gaze.

He looked her over, catching her straight back and the fidgeting of her trigger finger and silently shook his head. Juni felt her chest release ever so slightly when she spotted the slight hesitation in her brother’s eyes. At least she wasn’t about to be barraged with the news that her brother would be heading off on some idiotic mission.

“Yeah it was a last minute thing. I didn’t even know until this morning.” Pope paused to glance in Juniper’s direction. Her face remained unchanged from the foul, unamused look. A slow smirk spread across Pope’s lips. “Well, well, well, if it isn’t the ankle biter! How you been, Juni?”

A voice boomed out from by the entryway, “Pope, JD!”

Juniper blanched when she realized who the voice belonged to. Something was off. Benny and Frankie showing up and at the same time as her and her brother, definitely smelled like Pope was up to something. She loved Benny and Frankie like brothers, but they never showed up at the same time unless it was planned. She glared over at JD while he was occupied with the commotion of his brethren showing up.

“Benny boy!” Pope spun around with his arms outstretched, his antagonization of Juniper forgotten. Following behind Benny, the other heathen of the group, Frankie stepped into the bar. Benny’s brother, Will, strode through the door last.

She leaned against the back of her chair and propped her elbow along the top of her seat, observing four out of the five men act like children. Seeing all of them so carefree and happy, even for a few minutes, made a soft grin sprout on her face. As much as Pope’s presence had her on edge, she didn’t really hate him. She just wished he wouldn’t bring trouble around as much. Nothing could ever be a simple visit for Pope.

Catching Will’s eyes glimmering at her between the guys, Juniper’s smile widened at the quietest Miller. She and Will were the most moderately tempered of the group. The ones who had the most control of their tempers, anyhow. Choosing their words carefully, the logistical, analytical thinkers. The observers.

When the group was together, they often sat quietly with each other, keeping a watchful eye on the rest of the troublemaking group. They talked, but more often than not the conversations were non-verbal. Slight nods here, gentle touches there. If there was one thing William Miller was good at doing, it was speaking with his eyes. Will parted his way through the group and opened his arms to her.

Juni stood slowly and moved towards Will. She felt the eyes of her brother and the rest of the gang lock onto her as she returned Will’s open arms. His warm voice caressed her ear as he leaned into the hug, “Junebug.” Goosebumps blossomed down her neck from the sound of the nickname he had given her years ago. Her heart fluttered at the affection.

She was tempted to tell herself that it was a particular mission, or an exact moment that she’d gained a soft spot for Will. But she knew the truth. The second those stony blue eyes batted their lashes at her, she’d been a goner.

With her face tucked into his shoulder, she murmured, “Hey, Will.” His warmth felt like a safety net from Pope’s chaotic presence and the storm that always trailed behind him. The goosebumps continued to sprout along her spine when he splayed his hands on her back, anchoring her.

“So, you less mad that I’m here now?” Pope’s voice cut through the moment, ripping her out of the cocoon of enchantment Will always seemed to wrap her in.

Juniper hesitantly pulled away from Will, the loss of his warmth snapping her back to reality when Pope’s words settled in. “No, actually. I’m not.”

Pope sputtered at her admission.

“Because when you show your face, you’ve got some wild get rich quick scheme that’s dangerous and life threatening.” Everyone’s face darkened when they thought of Brazil.

Pope reached down next to the table and picked up a laptop bag. He laid it on the table, keeping his eyes on his hands, and pushed it toward Juni. Looking up at her through his thick lashes, “but with you there JR,” he turned on the charm but Juni’s face remained sharp, “we’ll have the best Hound on the scent.”

Juni’s heart dropped at his use of her special ops nicknames sending unwanted thoughts and flashes screaming in her mind. Redfly taking too long because he got greedy, messing up the timing of the plan. The Lorea family almost catching them. Crashing in the mountains. She steeled her face and squared her shoulders. Memories of crash landing at the top of the Andes, and the kid from the village attacking them took over her mind. The group almost lost everything the last time. She couldn’t sit and watch it happen again. “Absolutely not.”

Pope’s face became crestfallen at her quick dismissal. Juni’s eyes fell to the floor. She knew Pope was just trying to give them opportunities to make the rest of their lives easy, but the repercussions that inevitably followed weren’t always worth the weight of the risk.

Pope scoffed at her refusal. “C’mon Juni, you're the key to making this work.”

“Me being there the last time didn’t stop anything! What would it stop this time?!”

“That’s exactly why we need you, Juni. To make sure it doesn’t happen again. We both know you’re the best chance we have. Me and the guys are lost without you.”

“Do you honestly think —,” her words began to tumble out in panic. Will placed a hand on her lower back to offer comfort. Benny and Frankie shot each other concerned glances at Juni raising her voice. She was like Will and didn’t do it often. “Getting caught with my pants around my ankles in the fuckin’ jungle isn’t exactly something I wanna do again. I almost didn’t get us out of the tight spot we were in then.”

“You and Benny got outta there just fine! You’re a deadly combo!” Pope continued to lay on the convincing. “You and Will are a fatal pair. If you two knock your heads together on this one, we’ll be set!”

“Pope, what the fuck?” JD yelled when he noticed the military posture pulled out of his sister. A sense of guilt hit him, realizing just how much Pope affected her with his words, and how often he’d let it happen. A sense of protectiveness washed over him toward his sister and he glared at Pope. The bullet scar she carried reminded him of the stakes at hand.

“There’s a reason we called her the Hound, JD.” Pope tried to smooth his proposition to Juni over. “For this one we’d need a little more recon than the last one. She’s the best person for it.”

Juni glanced at Will, his fingers gently rubbing her lower back. There was trepidation in his eyes. He wanted to trust that Pope knew what he was doing, but after Brazil, he wasn’t so sure how far he would jump for Pope anymore. Juni could see that Will was hesitant. She knew exactly what she had to do because no one else would.

“Santiago Garcia, I said no,” her voice was harsh and raw. She grabbed her jacket and purse. Thinking about all the ways whatever Pope’s idea was could go wrong. She gave a sharp look at her brother. “Joseph Winters,” he winced at her tone, “if I even hear the slightest hint that you’re going to go along with whatever his idiotic plan is? So help me god.”

She gave an irritated look to the rest of the group. They should know better after the last time. “We’re not the fucking Avengers.” She paused, hoping the statement would bring everybody back down off the ledge. “We can’t save everyone. Hell, we barely made it out of —,” her voice caught and her hands balled into fists shaking with rage, fingernails digging into her palms — “Brazil alive.”

“Look Juni,” Pope tried to calm her, holding his hands out in surrender. “I get it. But this time is different. I can’t do this without you.” She looked like she was ready to throw a punch, and Benny sidled up next to her and his brother, ready to jump in and stop the fury that was Juniper Winters.

Pope took a step back, seeing the turbulent violence behind her eyes. The air around the group shifted. It popped and crackled with Juni’s anger. Seeing Benny come between them, brought an understanding to the situation he hadn’t had before. He pointed to the laptop, “with that information and any other details you find, you’ll be the most knowledgeable person in the group. You’ll know the terrain, how many people, you’ll have maps and rap sheets, blueprints. Security details. You’ll be the best equipped person to keep us alive.”

Juni stood between Benny and Will, chewing on her lip as she stared at the ground. Pope’s voice softened, making her look up at him. “Meet up with us tomorrow and at least hear me out first.”

Will gave Juni’s waist a soft pinch. She moved her gaze over to him. The look Will was giving her told her he understood her reservations. He squeezed her side, letting Juni know that if she decided to be there, he’d have her back the entire time.

Juni huffed at Pope while holding eye contact with Will. The healed bullet wound gave a phantom throb as she weighed everything. If she went and didn’t like what she heard, she could leave. It would be as simple as that. On the other hand, she wouldn’t be able to watch over her brother if she didn’t go. Or the guys. “Okay, fine.”

Pope prematurely celebrated. “Yes!”

Juni held out a finger to Pope, effectively shutting him up. “But I reserve the right at any time to tell you all you’re a bunch of fuckin’ dumbasses and leave.” She looked through the group, letting her point sink in. Frigid fear of uncertainty freezing her.

[lexixstewart]

😂of course!!!!!! i still haven’t watched it but i’m going to be excited regardless!

Hey everyone! I’m alive! I’ve decided I’m going to expand my writing and the fandoms I’m gonna write for a little bit to maybe help keep things flowing a little bit and spread my writing wings.

I’m going to start with Triple Frontier!

I have kind of a challenge I’ve given to myself and it’s to write a 10 or so chapter story, and I’m in the Triple Frontier phase again.

Think of it as Triple Frontier 2 lol. As always, I do not own the characters from Triple Frontier or the universe, and this is just a work of fanfiction.

Here’s the summary:

In The Hound’s Pursuit, former special ops soldier Juniper “The Hound” Winters is drawn back into the world she left behind when Santiago “Pope” Garcia calls on her for one last high-stakes mission. Known for her unparalleled ability to track and recover anything lost, Juniper reunites with her old team, including the disciplined Will “Ironhead” Miller, with whom she shares an unspoken connection. As tensions rise between them, the mission grows more dangerous, testing their loyalty, their family bonds, and their control over growing feelings that threaten to unravel everything. In this explosive mix of action, intrigue, and romance, Juniper must decide if she can stay true to herself while fighting for her team and navigating the shadows of her past.

Would anyone be interested in reading this?

[lexixstewart]

YES GIRL YESSSSS IM SO EXCITED!!!!!!

Hey everyone! I’m alive! I’ve decided I’m going to expand my writing and the fandoms I’m gonna write for a little bit to maybe help keep things flowing a little bit and spread my writing wings.

I’m going to start with Triple Frontier!

I have kind of a challenge I’ve given to myself and it’s to write a 10 or so chapter story, and I’m in the Triple Frontier phase again.

Think of it as Triple Frontier 2 lol. As always, I do not own the characters from Triple Frontier or the universe, and this is just a work of fanfiction.

Here’s the summary:

In The Hound’s Pursuit, former special ops soldier Juniper “The Hound” Winters is drawn back into the world she left behind when Santiago “Pope” Garcia calls on her for one last high-stakes mission. Known for her unparalleled ability to track and recover anything lost, Juniper reunites with her old team, including the disciplined Will “Ironhead” Miller, with whom she shares an unspoken connection. As tensions rise between them, the mission grows more dangerous, testing their loyalty, their family bonds, and their control over growing feelings that threaten to unravel everything. In this explosive mix of action, intrigue, and romance, Juniper must decide if she can stay true to herself while fighting for her team and navigating the shadows of her past.

Would anyone be interested in reading this?

[lexixstewart]

wow…moving across 2 oceans🫣 i can only imagine! i hope all goes well! and absolutely, your priorities are elsewhere, which is totally okay! no need to rush or cause yourself more stress than i’m sure you’re feeling! whenever you find time, your fans are here i’m sure!😊

i appreciate the sprinkle of writing i’ve been able to read from your TGM list🙃

I SHOULD BE WORKING ON MY BRADLEY BRADSHAW FIC…. BUT NOooOooOOOOooo

Protective Jake Seresin idea sneaks itself into my brain and now I’m like ANOTHER WIP ADDED AWAY FROM MY BRADLEY BRADSHAW FIC and I’m like for fuck’s sake, brain, why? WHY? PLEASE, PLEASE FINISH ONE STORY! PLEASE! I AM BEGGING YOU TO FOCUS!

Meanwhile my brain is like:

(PS: adding warnings of physical altercation, fight, mentions of abuse)

Jake would be so observant. He’d notice right away that something is off, even if you’re quiet already. It could be the subtlest changes, too. Really, anyone else would probably brush it off as you being your usual introvert self, but Jake would disagree. Cause albeit you being the epitome of introvert, there’s such a thing as being too quiet, even for you, and Jake’s blood boils when he catches glimpses of why, and yeah, he’s this cocky asshole like with the biggest self-important ego a pilot can have, but that doesn’t mean he only cares about himself.

Cause what others see as pompous arrogance and show-off-manship is more like confident determination. Becoming a pilot isn’t an easy feat. You gotta have a competitive and confident streak, or else, you won’t last in Navy Aviation. Anyways, below that arrogance, and kind of mistaken self-importance, is a man whose mama raised him right! And she would absolutely smack him over the head if she found out he was looking the other way just because it’s easier to look the other way than step up, right? Because it’s not his problem, right?

But his mama raised a man with some solid core values (and yeah, maybe he hasn’t always lived up to those but when push comes to shove, Jake always does the right thing!), and it’s a fucking flash how it all happens. One second, he’s behind the pool table, looking out the window. And he’s not sure. He’s not 100% sure. But then he remembers that you’ve started wearing long sleeved t-shirts. In fucking California? And that man out there, the one you’re looking at with wide terror-filled eyes, is grabbing your arm a little too harshly for Jake’s liking. And then it’s a fucking flash. One second, Jake is behind the pool table and the next, the Daggers are running after Jake who is sprinting outside, not even waiting for Bob to actually catch the queue that Jake throws off to the side.

And then it’s sand and dust in the air, and for a moment, the Daggers have no fucking clue what is happening. All they hear is Jake growling as he spits out “How does it feel, huh? How does it feel to go against someone your own fucking size? Not a man now, are you?” And it takes Javy and Bradley and Fanboy to drag Jake off whoever he is pummeling into the ground, and to hold him back while Mav gives this stranger an ice-cold glare while Bob and Natasha wrap you in a hug and turn you away. “Don’t you ever lay a hand on her again! You hear me!” Jake yells over his shoulder as the group pulls him back into the Hard Deck, still in a three-to-one hold on Jake.

And your now ex could call the cops. He really could. Jake left his lip split and other parts bruised. But your ex has this feeling that no one will have seen a thing. One thing’s for certain. You never see your ex again after that. But Jake comes around the office often and it’s not just to debrief with the higher ups. “You look good.” Jake smiles softly when he sees you wear a cap-sleeved blouse. And yeah, you’re still quiet. That’s not gonna change. But your eyes are bright when you return his smile with one of your own, a soft “thanks” in tow. And just as Jake gets called into office, he hands you a small paper bag. “Your favorites.” He winks, catches the smile when you pull two cookies from the bag just before he closes the door.

(I was thinking of making this introvert reader who is the private secretary of one of the higher ups, not necessarily Admiral Simpson. But she’s a civilian… and my brain won’t stfu cause ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh… someone tell me to not write this! Tell me to focus on my other WIPs, of which I have… wait, gotta check… 81! EIGHTY-FUCKING-ONE WIPS! CRIES IN WRITER!)

[lexixstewart]

hi!!! i know we’ve never interacted, but we have a mutual friend @mynameismckenziemae :) so i sometimes catch her reblogs of your things and ohhhh my so glad i caught this one!

as a member of the “i obsess over every protective man” club….please please pleaseeee more protective jake😩 i would love to read more of your writing!

I SHOULD BE WORKING ON MY BRADLEY BRADSHAW FIC…. BUT NOooOooOOOOooo

Protective Jake Seresin idea sneaks itself into my brain and now I’m like ANOTHER WIP ADDED AWAY FROM MY BRADLEY BRADSHAW FIC and I’m like for fuck’s sake, brain, why? WHY? PLEASE, PLEASE FINISH ONE STORY! PLEASE! I AM BEGGING YOU TO FOCUS!

Meanwhile my brain is like:

(PS: adding warnings of physical altercation, fight, mentions of abuse)

Jake would be so observant. He’d notice right away that something is off, even if you’re quiet already. It could be the subtlest changes, too. Really, anyone else would probably brush it off as you being your usual introvert self, but Jake would disagree. Cause albeit you being the epitome of introvert, there’s such a thing as being too quiet, even for you, and Jake’s blood boils when he catches glimpses of why, and yeah, he’s this cocky asshole like with the biggest self-important ego a pilot can have, but that doesn’t mean he only cares about himself.

Cause what others see as pompous arrogance and show-off-manship is more like confident determination. Becoming a pilot isn’t an easy feat. You gotta have a competitive and confident streak, or else, you won’t last in Navy Aviation. Anyways, below that arrogance, and kind of mistaken self-importance, is a man whose mama raised him right! And she would absolutely smack him over the head if she found out he was looking the other way just because it’s easier to look the other way than step up, right? Because it’s not his problem, right?

But his mama raised a man with some solid core values (and yeah, maybe he hasn’t always lived up to those but when push comes to shove, Jake always does the right thing!), and it’s a fucking flash how it all happens. One second, he’s behind the pool table, looking out the window. And he’s not sure. He’s not 100% sure. But then he remembers that you’ve started wearing long sleeved t-shirts. In fucking California? And that man out there, the one you’re looking at with wide terror-filled eyes, is grabbing your arm a little too harshly for Jake’s liking. And then it’s a fucking flash. One second, Jake is behind the pool table and the next, the Daggers are running after Jake who is sprinting outside, not even waiting for Bob to actually catch the queue that Jake throws off to the side.

And then it’s sand and dust in the air, and for a moment, the Daggers have no fucking clue what is happening. All they hear is Jake growling as he spits out “How does it feel, huh? How does it feel to go against someone your own fucking size? Not a man now, are you?” And it takes Javy and Bradley and Fanboy to drag Jake off whoever he is pummeling into the ground, and to hold him back while Mav gives this stranger an ice-cold glare while Bob and Natasha wrap you in a hug and turn you away. “Don’t you ever lay a hand on her again! You hear me!” Jake yells over his shoulder as the group pulls him back into the Hard Deck, still in a three-to-one hold on Jake.

And your now ex could call the cops. He really could. Jake left his lip split and other parts bruised. But your ex has this feeling that no one will have seen a thing. One thing’s for certain. You never see your ex again after that. But Jake comes around the office often and it’s not just to debrief with the higher ups. “You look good.” Jake smiles softly when he sees you wear a cap-sleeved blouse. And yeah, you’re still quiet. That’s not gonna change. But your eyes are bright when you return his smile with one of your own, a soft “thanks” in tow. And just as Jake gets called into office, he hands you a small paper bag. “Your favorites.” He winks, catches the smile when you pull two cookies from the bag just before he closes the door.

(I was thinking of making this introvert reader who is the private secretary of one of the higher ups, not necessarily Admiral Simpson. But she’s a civilian… and my brain won’t stfu cause ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh… someone tell me to not write this! Tell me to focus on my other WIPs, of which I have… wait, gotta check… 81! EIGHTY-FUCKING-ONE WIPS! CRIES IN WRITER!)

[lexixstewart]

the tags HAHAHA im dying

that’s fair! i watched Twisters 4 times when it first came out and i’m waitinggggg for it to come out on a platform or dvd bc i desperately need to watch it again

🕸mm’s kinktober 2024🕷

Phone Sex // Impact Play // Dom/Sub

(Tyler Owens x Female Reader)

Warnings: Smut below. 18+ only! MDNI!

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The clock reads 7:02 when you walk in the bedroom after your shower and pause.

The house is quiet; Tyler’s still not home.

A sigh leaves you as you fall back on the bed and check your phone. No missed calls. No new texts.

Thunder rumbles in the distance as you unseeingly stare at the ceiling fan, waiting for Tyler.

“Fuck it,” you say after after a few minutes, or maybe an hour, choosing to ignore Tyler’s words from the phone call the night before as you reach into the bedside drawer.

“Should be home tomorrow night by 7, okay?” He said before lowering his voice, “Remember what I told you before I left?”

“Yes sir,” you’d replied, shivering from his low timbre.

“Mmm,” he hummed, pleased. “What was it?”

You could hear he was trying to keep the smile out of his voice.

“No touching what’s yours,” you whispered, “Sir.”

“That’s right,” he responded matter of factly, “and have you? Touched my pretty pussy? Hmmm?”

“No sir,” you answered honestly.

The lonely nights without him had been torture, but you hadn’t.

“Good girl.”

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You knew you’d be in trouble but that was half the fun in the games you and Tyler liked to play.

The first orgasm from your vibrator came quickly and was toe-curlingly good. The second was even better.

And you were on your way to the third when Tyler’s name flashed across your screen.

Your stomach flips like you’re teetering at the top of a roller coaster as you swipe to answer.

“Hey,” you wince at how breathy you sound, “what’s up?”

“I was just about to apologize for being late,” Tyler drawls, “but it sounds like you’re going to be the one apologizing’ tonight.”

Caught in the act, you laugh nervously.

“What-,” you clear your throat, “What do you mean?”

He chuckles lowly, “Don’t be coy with me, little girl.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you lie, yet can’t help but rubbing your thighs together.

“How many times? I’m thinking at least twice,” he answers before you can, “You’re only a little out of a breath, and your voice is just getting raspy from those sweet cries you make when you cum.”

“Tyler-I-“

“Sir,” he corrects. “Again. I want to hear it.”

Your brow furrows, “But you said-“

He cuts you off again, “I know what I said and there’s going to be consequences for touching what’s mine.”

Delicious dread fills you at the promise, licking the flame of the desire you’ve been trying to ignore.

“But if were you, I’d take the chance to cum now, because you won’t be again tonight when I get home.”

“I’m sorry,” you plead…while turning the vibrator back on and failing to suppress your gasp.

“Oh you’re nowhere near sorry,” he promises, “but you will be.”

“You said you’d be home by 7,” you argue breathlessly as your orgasm nears.

“I know,” he actually sounds apologetic when he tries to explain, “that’s what I was calling; I got held up-“

“I don’t care,” you interrupt sassily, straddling the edge of your release, “it’s well past 7 and you’re not here. So I’m taking matters into my own-Fuck, Ty!”

His groan is barely audible over your cry but the sweet sound draws out your release.

“Again darlin’,” he murmurs, “again.”

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Too lost in your pleasure to notice the headlights crossing the room, and the rain and wind drown out the sound of truck tires on the gravel.

Tyler ending the phone call without warning is what brings you back to your body.

Goosebumps cover your body as you hear his boots slowly climbing the wooden steps. When he comes into view, your mouth goes dry. He looks so good in his skin-tight Levi’s, rain-soaked tee glued to his chest, and backwards cap on his head.

“Hi,” you can’t help but smile as you rise to your elbows.

“Hi,” he replies, lip itching to smile before he schools his expression.

Your eyes flick to his hands when they begin to unbuckle his belt and you have to fight the urge to run when he pulls it through the loops and wraps it around his right hand.

“Ty-I mean sir,” you laugh nervously as you scramble to sit up while he slowly walks toward the bed at an angle that gives you no way to escape, “what-“

The loud slap of leather hitting his open left palm makes you flinch and answers your unasked question.

“I said there would be consequences for touching what’s mine.”

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[lexixstewart]

MORE MORE MOREEEE

i desperately need more tyler!!!!! i’ve been DYING for some fics of him😩 absolutely delicious🥵

🕸mm’s kinktober 2024🕷

Phone Sex // Impact Play // Dom/Sub

(Tyler Owens x Female Reader)

Warnings: Smut below. 18+ only! MDNI!

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The clock reads 7:02 when you walk in the bedroom after your shower and pause.

The house is quiet; Tyler’s still not home.

A sigh leaves you as you fall back on the bed and check your phone. No missed calls. No new texts.

Thunder rumbles in the distance as you unseeingly stare at the ceiling fan, waiting for Tyler.

“Fuck it,” you say after after a few minutes, or maybe an hour, choosing to ignore Tyler’s words from the phone call the night before as you reach into the bedside drawer.

“Should be home tomorrow night by 7, okay?” He said before lowering his voice, “Remember what I told you before I left?”

“Yes sir,” you’d replied, shivering from his low timbre.

“Mmm,” he hummed, pleased. “What was it?”

You could hear he was trying to keep the smile out of his voice.

“No touching what’s yours,” you whispered, “Sir.”

“That’s right,” he responded matter of factly, “and have you? Touched my pretty pussy? Hmmm?”

“No sir,” you answered honestly.

The lonely nights without him had been torture, but you hadn’t.

“Good girl.”

🕸•🕷•🕸•🕷•🕸•🕷•🕸•🕷•🕸

You knew you’d be in trouble but that was half the fun in the games you and Tyler liked to play.

The first orgasm from your vibrator came quickly and was toe-curlingly good. The second was even better.

And you were on your way to the third when Tyler’s name flashed across your screen.

Your stomach flips like you’re teetering at the top of a roller coaster as you swipe to answer.

“Hey,” you wince at how breathy you sound, “what’s up?”

“I was just about to apologize for being late,” Tyler drawls, “but it sounds like you’re going to be the one apologizing’ tonight.”

Caught in the act, you laugh nervously.

“What-,” you clear your throat, “What do you mean?”

He chuckles lowly, “Don’t be coy with me, little girl.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you lie, yet can’t help but rubbing your thighs together.

“How many times? I’m thinking at least twice,” he answers before you can, “You’re only a little out of a breath, and your voice is just getting raspy from those sweet cries you make when you cum.”

“Tyler-I-“

“Sir,” he corrects. “Again. I want to hear it.”

Your brow furrows, “But you said-“

He cuts you off again, “I know what I said and there’s going to be consequences for touching what’s mine.”

Delicious dread fills you at the promise, licking the flame of the desire you’ve been trying to ignore.

“But if were you, I’d take the chance to cum now, because you won’t be again tonight when I get home.”

“I’m sorry,” you plead…while turning the vibrator back on and failing to suppress your gasp.

“Oh you’re nowhere near sorry,” he promises, “but you will be.”

“You said you’d be home by 7,” you argue breathlessly as your orgasm nears.

“I know,” he actually sounds apologetic when he tries to explain, “that’s what I was calling; I got held up-“

“I don’t care,” you interrupt sassily, straddling the edge of your release, “it’s well past 7 and you’re not here. So I’m taking matters into my own-Fuck, Ty!”

His groan is barely audible over your cry but the sweet sound draws out your release.

“Again darlin’,” he murmurs, “again.”

🕸•🕷•🕸•🕷•🕸•🕷•🕸•🕷•🕸

Too lost in your pleasure to notice the headlights crossing the room, and the rain and wind drown out the sound of truck tires on the gravel.

Tyler ending the phone call without warning is what brings you back to your body.

Goosebumps cover your body as you hear his boots slowly climbing the wooden steps. When he comes into view, your mouth goes dry. He looks so good in his skin-tight Levi’s, rain-soaked tee glued to his chest, and backwards cap on his head.

“Hi,” you can’t help but smile as you rise to your elbows.

“Hi,” he replies, lip itching to smile before he schools his expression.

Your eyes flick to his hands when they begin to unbuckle his belt and you have to fight the urge to run when he pulls it through the loops and wraps it around his right hand.

“Ty-I mean sir,” you laugh nervously as you scramble to sit up while he slowly walks toward the bed at an angle that gives you no way to escape, “what-“

The loud slap of leather hitting his open left palm makes you flinch and answers your unasked question.

“I said there would be consequences for touching what’s mine.”

🕸•🕷•🕸•🕷•🕸•🕷•🕸•🕷•🕸