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georgiapeach30513 · 2 years ago

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Closer to Heaven and Closer to You, Part 4

Summary: Frank makes you a promise. Ransom is getting nervous about going back to Montana

Pairings: Frank Adler X Reader (Past), Ransom Drysdale X Reader (Present)

Rating: explicit

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, unprotected sex, PIV sex, creampie, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 3.3K

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“Frank,” you gulp, closing the door to the camper quickly. Blocking his way to get in. “You’re back early.”

“Finished early,” he tries to step around you, but you shift your feet blocking him again. “Something wrong?”

“No,” Frank narrows his eyes, and you shake your head rapidly in protest. “Nothing is wrong. You’re just back early,” you give him a sweet smile, and he acts as if he’s going to kiss you, but instead pushes you aside to walk into the camper, stopping the moment he walks through the door, and starts spinning around to view your small little home on wheels.

“I wanted it to be a surprise,” stepping up behind him, you wrap your arms around his skinny little waist, resting your chin on his shoulder. Frank didn’t smell like cologne on days like this. He smelled like sunshine, hay, and dirt. “What do you think?”

With you still attached to him, he walks around the camper, staring at every inch of it that you had changed. It needed help. The storage wasn’t great. It was outdated, it was ugly, but with the help from your mom it now looked good. Sweet even. Giving yours and Frank’s home more appeal, more places to put things besides throwing it in his truck.

“We won’t have to leave our stuff at your parents house anymore,” it was worrying that he was too silent. “Look,” you pull off him to walk into the bed space, lifting up the comforter, there’s some baskets down here, and I put our clothes in it, and we have a TV in here now, and I can actually cook on these burners. I mean, clearly our fridge isn’t big enough to store too much, but we can have milk here, and we loaded the cabinets with some snacks, and…Frank, could you say something?”

“You did this?” He whispers, sitting down at the bench by the table. Holding out his hand for you, and he pulls you into his lap. His hand circles on your knee while he continues to look around.

“Yeah. I figured if we’re going to live here it should be homey, right? Do you like it?”

“I love it,” he laughs, kissing on your cheek. “I love it so much, and I love you, and you did this for us? So does that mean you’re gonna go out on the road with us? Screw sleeping in hotels, my baby made our home beautiful. Look at the view,” he leans over to look out the big window by the bed. “I know it won’t always be that, but…it looks good. Smells like bleach.”

“I had to clean.”

“Got new bedding, too. So about going on the road,” you give him a sweet little peck, but don’t look in his eyes, “I see.”

“They didn’t pick up my contract this season.”

“You can still go out on the road with us,” rolling your eyes, Frank pulls you closer to his chest, his hand starting to drift lower down your jeans. “We’d save money on hotel rooms. We just sleep in here.”

“Frank, I gotta have a job. And I have a feeling that Bucky and Steve would be wanting to sleep on our table, and I can’t live in these tight quarters with all three of you. And I’m not literally going to be a buckle Bunny, and chase you three around rodeos.”

“Mmm, you’re just my buckle Bunny, aren’t you,” growling out, he starts nipping at your neck, and you squeal jumping out of his arms, and bolt towards the door, “Bunny!”

“You gotta catch me if you want me,” you scream out as you run outside, running around while Frank chases you. Mostly standing still, but he tries to grab at you. “Frank!”

“Oh, I am not working that hard. I’m tired.”

“You’re no fun,” you stop to catch your breath, chest heaving as you stare at him. “I don’t mind going to a few rodeos until I find a job.”

“Go to three, and then you find one. We don’t need the money that bad. It’s been a good year. We save because we live in that.”

“Frank!” You whine, walking backwards with every step he takes towards you. “We’re working to build a house. I don’t want to live in a place that has to be hooked up to places to have water and power. I need a job. Whether you have a good season or not,” he swings his arm out in front of him, but you jump back, causing him to miss again. “And I’m not sharing a camper with Bucky and Steve.”

“You mean you don’t want to have a curtain up between our bed and the rest of the camper?” You start shaking your head no, backing away a bit slower, while he is still moving at the same pace. “Make Bucky blush all sweetly from your sweet moans, and Steve in the bathroom jerking off wishing it was him getting laid.”

“No!” You scream as he pulls you close to his body, your back pushed up against his chest. “If they sleep with us, you’re not sleeping with me.”

“Sleeping with you as in fucking you?”

“Exactly.”

“Better start now then,” you start to object, but Frank was already undoing your pants, yanking them down. “Buns, quit fighting me, hun, you need this,” without being coaxed, your ass starts circling his crotch. “That’s what I thought.”

“The ground is dirty,” you whine, peeking back at him.

“The ground is literally dirt,” he growls, but walks you over to his truck, lifting you up into the backseat, and pulls your pants off completely. “Shirt off,” he grunts, removing his own, pulling down his pants, and flipping his hat backwards.

“Frank, hat!”

“Grr,” he growls, jumping into the back. He lifts his head back, roaring as he pushes into your warmth. “Come to a few rodeos with me,” you could tell the prospect of you being there made him happy. And it would be weird for you not to see him. You worried while you were there, what would it feel like to not know how he was doing the moment something happened.

“Bunny, please?”

“Yes, okay. A few shows. Oh!” You yelp as he sits the two of you up in the seat. Slapping at your ass.

“Go on, ride ‘em, cowgirl,” he loved watching you bounce over him. Didn’t care how fast you went as long as he could watch your body use him. His eyes wander over you with every move you make. Smacking your ass and holding handfuls of each cheek. “My god, you’re beautiful.”

“Frank,” you start panting, gripping hard to the seat.

“Marry me.”

“What?” You slow down before completely stopping just to stare at him. “What did you say?”

“Marry me,” this isn’t at all how you envisioned him or anyone for that matter, proposing to you. He was balls deep in your cunt, skin sticky with sweat. Even when he smirks, leaning forward to suck on your tit. His hands soothingly rub over your ass. “Bunny, marry me.”

“You didn’t plan this did you?”

“No,” he laughs, pulling off your nipple, “I would come up with something a bit better if I planned this. So you don’t want to or…you mad about the lack of a ring?”

“You’re seriously asking though? You wanna get married?” His mouth turns up in the prettiest smile, nodding his head. “We’re gonna build us a house?”

“And you’re going to be married to the sexiest cowboy there is. So is that a yes?”

“Yeah,” breathlessly answering, before you capture his lips with your own. Your body starts to move over him while you smile during your kiss. “Yes, Frank, I wanna marry you.”

His thick hands hold tight to your hips as a chorus of yeses echoes throughout the truck. He hadn’t ever seen you happier. It might not be the time now, but at least he had you completely in with him. You were all in, and all his. And he didn’t have to worry while he was on the road. You would be loyal, and waiting for him when he got back. Frank had preferred to have you on the road with him, but at least this way you would proudly tell everyone that you were engaged to Frank Adler.

“Right there, Bunny. Right there. That’s it. Yeah, baby. Yeah!” The both of you stutter your movements as you come together. Pressing your forehead against his, he peppers kisses against your lips. “We can start trying for a baby, too?”

“One thing at a time, cowboy. House, marriage, babies.”

“And then I keep you barefoot and pregnant.”

“Whatever you want.”

Curled up against Ransom’s chest, you glide your hand from his pec to his shoulder. Inhaling his expensive cologne, while his hand caresses your back. The two of you heaving as you look out the giant window gazing out at the stars. They weren’t as clear as Montana, but you didn’t care as long as you had Ransom by your side.

“Is there anything you miss about home?” Ransom whispers, and you lift off his chest to look up at him. He was so handsome, but he was also beautiful. A beauty that very few people saw, because it wasn’t his looks, it was who he was. Too many people didn’t see the kindness in Ransom that you did. He kept this soft side of him heavily guarded.

You dip your head back down to kiss over his heart, pushing yourself towards him for a chaste kiss. You loved his smooth skin. “It smells better.”

“Smells?” He laughs, that little dimple on his cheek starting to poke through.

“Yeah, everything smells fresh. And, Ran, there’s so many more stars there. You can just lay outside with a blanket. Cuddled up with each other and look up at them, and if there is a heaven, you know that’s exactly where it’s at. Even in the daytime the sky is so much more blue. There’s no neighbors.”

“I like the way that sounds.”

“Things move slower. Work is harder. But even the animals are happier.”

“Really? Did you have any pets? Or was it just livestock?”

Your eyes grow glossy as you lay back down on his chest. Running your fingers around his nipple, before he grabs your hand, weaving his fingers in yours. “I had a dog once. His name was Clyde.”

“What happened?” You shrug, but he keeps prodding. “Come on, Buns, what…”

“I don’t want to talk about it. He was a good boy, a Koolie.”

“Bunny!” Frank bursts into the camper, not having to look around too much to realize you weren’t there. “You stay here,” he sits his bundle down gently, and leaves the camper to head to your parents house. He thought he had told you he was coming home, but maybe you didn’t get the message. It was the only other place that you would be.

He wanted to surprise you. Walk into your little home and there you would be. He bounds up your parents porch, walking to the back door, and sure enough, there you were with your mom, giggling and making supper, “Buns…”

“Frank!” You skip directly over to him, sliding your hands around his neck. “When did you get in?”

“I text you I was almost here.”

“Oh,” your hands, smooth down his arm, reaching his hands, and he runs his finger over your grandmother’s engagement ring. “I must have left my phone at the camper,” he hated when you called it the camper. Doubted that while he was gone if you even stayed in it. You were probably here with your parents, and that’s why you didn’t want to keep the camper on his property.

“Oh, I, uh…I brought you a surprise.”

“We…” you look over at your mother, and back to Frank. “Supper is almost finished.”

“Right, um…this really can’t wait,” you hated when he wanted to have all your time the moment he got in. You know that he had been away for a few days, but sometimes he just had no patience, and most likely all he wanted was to go to the camper to have sex, instead of spending time with your parents.

“Hun, it’s okay. I’ll put up a plate for you two. You can come by later and get it,” it was never as good heated up. But Frank was going to continue to be persistent, and this was embarrassing.

“Right,” you whisper. He always got his way. You couldn’t wait for your own place with a giant kitchen, so you could actually fucking move around without knocking into something. “Yeah. Okay,” Frank waves to your mom, practically dragging you back down the road to the camper site.

“What couldn’t wait?”

“It’s a surprise.”

“I’ve seen your dick a few times. That's not a surprise anymore,” he throws his head back laughing, holding tight to your hand. “Oh, you’re not just wanting sex?”

“I mean, yeah, but that’s not the surprise,” he opens the door to the camper and you stare horrified at the mess. There was stuff drug out into the floor, and wet spots.

“Frank, is that shit on the floor?”

“Uh,” he gives a little whistle while walking into the camper. “Here boy,” whistling again, and the sweetest little face crawls out from underneath the table. Hanging his head down low, “Bunny, you can’t get mad at that face.”

“No, I’m mad at the idiot that left a puppy in a camper. Oh my gosh, look at you,” bending over you pick the sweet little thing up, “You can get to cleaning.”

“Really?”

“Do you expect the puppy to clean?” Frank rolls his eyes, cleaning up the dog’s messes, and picking up items that he had dragged out. “Was a puppy the best idea?”

“I just feel like you get lonely when I’m at a show.”

“I have a job at a hospital though. Nursing is unpredictable, and…Frank, this is like a two foot camper.”

“This is our home,” he grunts out, going to wash his hands. “It’s bigger than two feet.”

“But he’s going to be alone.”

“You won’t be though,” Frank meant well. He really did. “We can fence in an area on the property, and you can just keep the camper parked there.”

“Build a fence before we have a home?”

“We’re gonna get a house. It just takes time,” his voice raising a bit. “I just…why are you always coming here when I leave?”

“We’re not doing this. You just got home. I’m not arguing.”

“Fine. I’m hooking it to my truck, and we’re going to the property,” you start to speak, but he was heading out the door already. You look down at the puppy, and back at the door. Running away from the conversation. At least there was a bit of food in the camper. Didn’t look like you were even going to be getting the food you helped cook. You were going to get hot dogs and potato chips.

Frank spins you out from his body, bringing you back in even closer this time. A distant song on his truck radio, but most of the noise was the puppy barking and running circles around you, and the crickets. As frustrating as Frank could be, there was this sweetness to him.

“Relax, Buns.”

“Why…oh!” He dips you back, and the pup goofily runs over to you. “Frank, you scared him!” He pulls you back up, letting your lips crash against his. And his hands drift lower on your body. Grabbing at your ass, and sliding to your belt. “Frank, the puppy.”

“Ugh, Bunny! It’s been almost a week since I’ve felt you.”

“Just enjoy my company for once,” dropping his hand, you lean over to pick up the puppy, and set him in the back of the truck before climbing in yourself, crawling into the pile of blankets, and the puppy sticks his butt in the air, wagging his tail, and barking at Frank. “Your son wants you in the truck.”

“My son, huh? That’s how this is going to be? My son needs a name,” he jumps into the back of the truck, sitting down behind you. Circling a blanket around your body, he holds you close. “He is cute though, right?”

“Him is adorable. But he’s just called puppy right now,” he goes silent, playing with your ring, and you lean back on him staring up at the stars. You were never going to get tired of this place at night. There had to be more stars here than anywhere else in the world.

Taking a deep breath you inhale Frank’s scent, letting your eyes drift close, “How many kids are you wanting?”

“Don’t we need a house first?”

“Humor me. I’ve always wanted at least one of each, but no more than four kids. Have them kinda close in age. Not too close, I don’t want to have two babies in diapers. Maybe name them after our grandparents or something. What names do you like?”

“Hmm,” he gives a bite to your neck, his hands rubbing over your tits. You’d give him this, but you wanted to talk about the future, get him more excited about your lives at hom. “I like Sally Anne Clyde,” the puppy tilts his head to the side looking at you before barking.

“Well,” you giggle, tapping at your leg, and he comes over to let you pet him, “I think you just named our first son.”

“What?”

“Frank meet Clyde.”

“Clyde, huh? In the off season, you think you’re going to ride in the truck with me and herd the cows? Or are you going to be a lazy house pet?” Clyde gives Frank a bark, before settling in between your legs. “You think you could ask for a week off or something? Come to a show. You haven’t been all season.”

“Yeah,” your eyes start to drift close, and you relax a bit more. “Yeah, I’d like that. So, uh…how much longer do you think you’re going to ride bulls?”

“Until the season is over,” you give him a swat to his hand, giggling at him. “It’s always been my dream. I’m just barely getting started. I know this is tough being away from me. Things were easier when you were on the road.”

“It’s worth it though. Not being away from you, but most couples don’t spend every waking second on the day together. We just have to learn how to navigate this. I’ll take a week off, go and be with you, and watch you, and…”

“Fuck until the sun comes up,” you swat him again, causing laughter between the two of you, and you turn back to look at him, “What? It’s fun. You’re more than just sex, but you have to admit it is fun.”

“You miss me when I’m here?”

“Of course I do. My hand sucks.”

“Frank! I’m serious.”

“Yes, Bunny. I miss you, and the way you came over to the chute to give me a kiss. The way you nervously stood by watching me, or when I got hurt how much you took care of me. I definitely miss our own hotel room. Steve snores, and Bucky moans.”

“I think he’s singing in his sleep.”

“It’s annoying. I’d much rather wake up next to you,” he leans forward, slotting his lips against yours, and you melt into his touch. This felt right, despite everything else. Clyde sleeping close to you, and your rugged cowboy kissing you so gently. It was hard being away from Frank, but moments like these made up for it. “Buns, I love you.”

“Love you, too, Frank. You think the dog would sleep through us having…”

“Yep. Yes, he will. Come on, his bed is put at the opposite end of the camper. Afterwards, I guess he can get in the bed with us. But shh, don’t get him riled up, because I’m in fact very riled up, and I’m seriously aching here and…Bunny, let’s go.”

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