Cassy
and Jarrod II- Buckaroo
Story
11: A Lunch Date
Jarrod was sitting in his office trying hard to concentrate on his work, but Cassy wanted nothing to do with it. Sitting on the settee opposite his desk, she continued to taunt him with seductive looks.
“Stop it, Cassy!”
Cassy feigned innocence, “Stop what? I’m just waiting for you to finish so we can go to lunch.”
Standing up, Jarrod moved around the desk and grabbed his coat and hat. Putting them on, he looked at Cassy smugly, “We’ll let’s go to lunch then, because the chances of me ever finishing with you sitting there are next to nothing.”
Indignant, Cassy huffed, “You, my dear, are no fun.”
His arm slipped around her waist, pulling her into a tight embrace. His head dropped to her bare shoulder and he planted tiny kisses to her ear, where he whispered, “I will remember that.” He pulled away leaving her breathless, her eyes closed with the thrill of his kisses. Feeling him draw away, Cassy pouted, “You are very mean, Counselor.”
He offered him his arm with a warm smile, “I’ll tell you what. Let’s go to lunch. Afterwards I’ll see what I can do to alleviate your problem if you promise me you will go home so I can get my work done.”
Taking his arm, she moved against him wantonly, “I’m not that hungry.”
Jarrod’s shoulders slumped in defeat, knowing he would never make it through lunch if Cassy had any say in the matter. She knew which of his buttons to push and he was putty in her hands. Turning her in his arms, he pushed her towards the settee as he went to the door. Opening it, he popped his head out and spoke to his clerk, “Why don’t you go to lunch. Seems I’m not going to finish as I hoped. I’ll take a later lunch today.”
“Yes, sir. I’ll see you in an hour.” His clerk wasn’t stupid or naïve and knew he was being dismissed. Ever since Mr. Barkley married a month ago, Mrs. Barkley was a frequent visitor to his office. They were always discrete, but Jimmy was no fool. The Mrs. Barkley was a fine specimen of a woman and he envied his boss. Hell, every man in town envied Jarrod Barkley his new wife. Shaking his head, he smiled and headed for lunch, making sure the office was locked up tight.
Jarrod locked his office door and removed his coat and hat, then loosened his tie as he hung them up. He was surprised when Cassy’s hands snake around his chest and began unbuttoning his shirt. After twenty five years of loving this woman, her touch still sent fire to his loins and he was helpless to stop her hands as they caressed the fine hair of his chest. His breath caught when her fingernails scraped lightly across his nipples, and he shuddered. Already he felt his arousal begin to rise and he moaned his pleasure, basking in the feel of Cassy’s hands as they caressed his chest and abdomen. Pulling his shirt from his pants, she deftly removed it and her hands slipped ever lower until they found his straining hardness. Her hands lightly traced his length, and it twitched against the coarse material of his pants making him gasp.
Cassy continued to tease his flesh as she kissed and nipped at his back, grinding herself against him. “You don’t seem to be resisting near as much as I thought you would considering your earlier protests.”
“Hmm.” Jarrod was enjoying the sensations too much to worry about conversation. He turned in her arms and grabbing her around the waist he pressed his hardened length into her belly, letting her feel the effect she had on him. “You are a little she-devil,” chuckled Jarrod. His lips found her ear and he nibbled and sucked at the soft lobe, sending shivers down her spine.
Cassy wanted to play too and her hand dropped to his bulging erection. Jarrod gasped at her touch and his hands dropped to her buttocks, pressing her closer as her hand stroked him through his pants. Her hand slipped away and she ground herself against his hardness, making sure it hit the small bundle of nerves between her legs with each motion. Her breathing came in gasps as she edged closer and closer to her goal, when Jarrod suddenly released his hold on her behind taking away her leverage. Moaning at the lose of contact, she opened her eyes and found Jarrod removing his boots and pants. With no time to react, he picked her up in his arms and carried her to the settee. He started to undo her dress, but Cassy resisted. Reaching for the hem of her dress, she pulled the whole thing up and settled it around her waist. Jarrod’s eyes feasted on the fact that she wore only split pantaloons beneath her petticoats, then gave her a sly look.
Smiling, Cassy smirked, “I’m a married woman that can have you whenever and wherever I want. I have no intention of wasting it on women’s undergarments. Nobody sees the damn things but you anyway.”
Jarrod’s manhood was aching to fill her, but he thought some teasing was in order considering how she’d taunted him all morning. “Lay back, baby.” Kneeling in front of her, his fingers teased the tight curls of her womanhood and slowly slipped lower finding her already wet and ready. His hardness twitched in anticipation and he lowered his lips to taste the delectable sweetness. Cassy tried to arch upward as his tongue darted out, but his hands held her hips firmly in place as he teased her soft petals. He licked and nibbled until Cassy was writhing beneath him then suddenly straightened up causing her to cry out, “Oh god, don’t stop...so close!”
“Roll onto your side,” whispered Jarrod, huskily. His own desire was rising and he needed to feel himself inside her. As Cassy rolled onto her side, Jarrod pulled her bottom leg around his waist and lifted the other leg straight up to rest against his chest and shoulder, his arm holding it firmly in place. With his other hand, he guided his thick length to her gleaming center. As soon as the tip slid into the warmness, his hand dropped to her thigh to prevent her from pushing onto his shaft. He was going to make his entry as slow as possible, and he knew she would have other ideas.
He slipped in an inch and pulled back out, repeating the motion until Cassy cried out, “Deeper...Need it deeper.” Her chest heaved up and down and Jarrod wished he’d taken time to remove the dress, but it was too late now. He controlled his entry into her tight depths, wanting nothing more than to bury himself until his sacs slapped against her thighs. He slipped deeper and repeated the short, slow thrusts until Cassy begged once again. Each time he went a little deeper and each time she begged for more. Her breaths were coming in gasps as she pleaded shamelessly, “Need to cum!... Please, Jarrod!”
Jarrod shook with desire, his own control beginning to waver. Grabbing her hip, he pulled almost all the way out then slammed his pulsing length to the hilt, sending Cassy over the edge. Her body tensed and quivered around his aching shaft as she climaxed with wave after wave of pleasure. The leg around his back held him tightly to her shuddering body unwilling to relinquish its hold. His head was thrown back as he rode out her orgasm, waiting to continue his thrust. When the tremors finally subsided he pulled out and pounded back into her. He used the leg on his shoulder for leverage as he thrust into her harder and harder. He would pull almost free and slam into her, emitting an involuntary grunt as he breached her core time and time again. His thrusts became harder and his grunts louder as he neared release. Jarrod’s sounds of pleasure drove Cassy on, her desire building quickly and he knew she was ready once more. Balls aching for release, he panted to his wife, “Let it go...need to hear you.” As his thrusting became erratic, Cassy reached down and played with her tiny nub of desire wanting to finish with him. Jarrod’s face was clenched almost painfully as he tried to hold back for her, and it was enough to send her spiraling over the edge.
Cassy arched into her own hand and pushed hard against his thrusting shaft, “Now... now... now.... I’m cumming! Oh, Jarrodddddd!”
Jarrod pounded his aching flesh as deep and as hard as he could and when he felt her muscles quiver around him, he slammed forward with one final push and shot his seed deep into her warm tunnel. His body convulsed against her, aching to release every drop and her own climax milked him to completion. As he began to recover and relax, Cassy shifted her legs and let him rest atop her as he caught his breath. He lifted up and placed a tender kiss on her silky lips. “I love you more and more everyday. I can’t believe that after this long, my desire for you only gets stronger.”
Cassy smiled warmly and offered her own sentiments, “I’ve loved you for years and I don’t want to waste any more time not loving you. I want you every minute of every day.” She ducked her head shyly as she said contritely, “I’m sorry for taking you away from your work. I promise to try and stay away so you can get something done. I know I’m being selfish when I come to visit, but I just want you so badly.”
Kissing her, he smiled playfully, “I suppose I should take that as a compliment, but we are going to have to set some sort of ground rules if I am ever to get any work done.” He pulled his limp length from her and helped her stand, smoothing out her dress as he did so. Totally unashamed of his nudity in front of her, he strode across the room and retrieved his own clothes.
Cassy used his lavoratory to freshen up as she offered her own sentiments on the subject. “I just hate waiting until we go to bed. When we are in San Francisco there is no time constriction. When we are at the ranch, we always have to wait and not being able to have you knowing I can have you only makes the waiting worse.” Realizing she was rambling, she poked her head outside the door to the lavoratory and looked at Jarrod as she frowned, “Does that make sense?”
Laughing, Jarrod shook his head, “Sadly it does.”
“Oh you!” Cassy pouted and went back to freshening herself for lunch.
Jarrod wandered to the door and leaned against the doorjamb with his hands in his pockets, “The house will be done in a few more months and we’ll have a place of our own. We’ll keep the townhouse in the city for when we go to San Francisco.” It was a topic he hadn’t broached so with a heavy sigh he continued, “I’ve never asked where you want to live, Cassy. We need to be making some decisions on where we will make a permanent home. It’s one thing to have to travel with my practice, but we are going to have to decide which office is going to be home.”
With genuine honesty, Cassy told him, “It really doesn’t matter to me Jarrod. What ever is best for you. I’m happy wherever I live as long as it’s with you. If you travel, I travel. I don’t wish to be separated from you ever again.” The sadness of the years they’d wasted denying their love washed over both of them and Jarrod pulled her into a tight embrace.
He kissed her passionately, showing her the depth of his own feelings and he felt the heat of his arousal tighten once more. Pulling away, lest he get carried away, he was suddenly pulled back into a searing kiss, when Cassy grabbed his neck and wouldn’t let go. Where before their lovemaking had been restrained, that was no longer an option. Both of them were caught in the moment and Jarrod quickly unbuttoned his pants, freeing his aching erection as Cassy lifted her skirt. Jarrod’s tongue fought for entry to her mouth and gaining access he plundered her mouth as his hardness slipped between her legs and found her warm center once more. He groaned at the feeling and lifting her leg, held it at his waist as he thrust into her in long, hard strokes. Cassy reached her arms over his shoulders and lifted herself enough to wrap the other leg around his waist. As she settled onto his length, Jarrod moaned at the depth of his penetration and pounded into her with frantic and desperate thrusts. Grabbing at her hips, he ground upwards as he pushed her onto his aching shaft. Soon her pants turned ragged and she buried her head in his shoulder, her fingernails scraping his back as she clenched around his needy length. He tried to stop his motions till she finished her release, but his own need for release won out and he pinned her firmly to the wall with a sharp upward thrust and erupted in a blinding flash of light. His body crushed against her as he pumped his final drops and he was barely able to hold her as he slide to knees. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he held her until they both calmed enough to rise. Cassy teased as they went about getting dressed...again. “I might add, Counselor, that you started that one. If we are late for lunch than it is your fault, not mine.”
Jarrod kissed her lightly as he changed his shirt, “We’ll that may be so my dear, but I didn’t hear anyone complaining.”
Cassy blushed and teased back, “I will take it however I can get it from you...my dear!” It was Jarrod’s turn to blush and he quickly exited the bathroom, knowing he’d lost this battle. The smile on his face gave away the lack of sorrow he felt at having been defeated.
Lunch was wonderful and having relieved the sexual tension of the morning, they both ate a hearty meal. They returned to the office where Cassy was suddenly sick, only barely making into Jarrod’s private lavoratory before losing lunch. Jarrod knelt beside her, rubbing her back, worry written all over his face. “Are you okay?”
“Hmm. Just something I ate.” Her face was pale and sweaty as she spoke and Jarrod wasn’t convinced.
“Let me take you home.”
Cassy tried to reassure him, “I’m fine. It’s over. I’m already feeling better.”
“Are you sure? Why don’t you stop and see the doctor then, before you go home? Please do it for me.”
“I hate when you do that.”
Jarrod kissed her lightly, “I know.” He helped her to her feet and had to admit that she did look better, but he was still worried and he insisted, “Just stop an see the doctor, okay?”
Cassy sighed heavily, “Alright, but I know exactly what he’ll say.” And she did. This wasn’t the first time she’d been sick, but it was the first time Jarrod had seen it. She left the office and saw the doctor and waited at home for her husband to arrive, wondering how he would take the news....
Story
12: Time for Compromises
Jarrod didn’t know what to make of this pregnancy thing. Two months into the pregnancy Cassy was already suffering from the sickness and fatigue associated with the early stages. It wasn’t unusual to wake up to the sound of Cassy being sick. Her sickness continued through the morning and left her tired by afternoon. Bedtime came early and in no time at all she was lost in a deep slumber. This night was no exception and when Jarrod came to bed after finishing his work, he found her fast asleep. She looked so pathetically sick most of the time that he was glad to see she was resting. He snuggled behind her and when she didn’t stir he relaxed and tried to clear his mind for sleep. His body had other ideas as he smelled the fragrance in her hair and felt the softness of her skin rub against his own. Very carefully, he rolled away so as not to wake her and his hand slipped down and he rubbed his aching flesh. With Cassy’s tiredness lately he’d had to resort to the personal approach when it came to his needs. It wasn’t as fulfilling but it got the job done. His hand reached into his pants and his already hard flesh jerked at his touch. With long easy strokes he worked himself into a frenzy and his hand moved faster over his pulsing shaft, his breathing increasing with his efforts. In no time, he felt the burning sensation begin beneath his sac and his hand worked over his length in frantic strokes desperate to finish. His body stiffened and he held his breath as he arched into his hand and he couldn’t stop the moan that escaped when he spurted his seed onto his hand and stomach. Laying on his back, he tried to still his breathing, afraid the loudness of it would wake Cassy. She needed her sleep and he hated for her to find out he was turning to other means to satisfy his urges, not wanting to add to her mounting guilt over not feeling up to their normal lovemaking. Easing himself from the bed, he got up and cleaned himself before slipping back into bed. Spooning behind her, he was finally content enough to drift into sleep.
Nick found Jarrod’s frustration over Cassy’s pregnancy very amusing. Already with three children of his own, he understood all too well what his brother was dealing with. His wife Maggie noticed that while Nick teased Jarrod he often stayed clear of Cassy. Nick had never said anything but he was clearly uncomfortable around his newest sister-in-law. Jarrod and Cassy had only been married for five months and most of that time was spent in San Francisco so Maggie really didn’t know her sister-in-law all that well. Only recently had they moved home to take up residence in the newest home on the Barkley spread, so the two women were making strides towards becoming friends. Nick was sociable towards Cassy, but it seemed restrained to Maggie as if husband was trying too hard, making it look like an effort rather than an easy relationship. One Sunday as they sat beneath a tall oak tree enjoying a picnic, Maggie decided it was time for them to talk. The children were playing in the tall grass and Maggie slipped between Nick’s legs as he leaned against a tree. Settling into his chest, Maggie drew a deep breath and asked, “Nick, how come you are so uncomfortable with Cassy?”
Nick was grateful in that one moment that Maggie had her back to him or she would have seen the red creep into his face as he squeaked, “Huh?”
“You act like you’re not sure of her. I was just wondering why.” There was no suspicion in his wife’s voice as she questioned his behavior regarding Cassy, but Nick hesitated to answer, not sure just how understanding his wife would be.
Pushing her forward gently, he got up and began pacing nervously trying to come up with some sort of answer. One look at Maggie’s worried expression and his words came tumbling out. “I’ve known Cassy since she was fourteen years old, Maggie. Aw hell, Maggie. I’ve BEEN with Cassy.”
Maggie frowned in confusion and suddenly her eyes grew wide at what her husband was implying. “You mean you and Cassy...”
Nick dropped down beside her and quickly interrupted as he pleaded his case, worried Maggie would get the wrong impression. “It was years ago. Almost ten now. She was...was...”
“A saloon girl?”
Nick was startled by Maggie’s revelation, “How did you know that?”
“Stockton is a big city, but not that big. The Barkley’s are in the limelight too much for something like Jarrod’s marriage to a former saloon girl to go unnoticed.”
“I thought they’d forgotten or at least were able to ignore it. She’s changed a lot since she left all those years ago,” defended Nick.
Maggie waved off his concern, “Oh it’s not something they talk about openly and I’ve only heard bits and pieces. Surprisingly, a lot of them are impressed with her complete turnaround. Oh, there are those that find it unforgivable, but I’m sure you’ve dealt with those before.” She was well aware of Heath’s background and the trouble they’d gone through when they’d accepted him into the family. Much the same was occurring with Cassy, only this time around most of the talkers wisely remained silent. It wasn’t in anyone’s best interest to provoke the Barkley’s when one of their own was involved. They had enough integrity to do the right thing whether it was acceptable or not, the rest of the world be damned. Cassy’s past was no exception. Jarrod was happier than they had ever seen him, and they would go to any lengths to support the marriage between him and Cassy. Most of the townspeople were aware of Cassy, but like she had once told Jarrod, money and etiquette went a long way in making people forget. Cassy had way too much money and way too much class for the society women to ignore and they had wisely cast aside any prejudices lest they be shunned by the highest ranking family in Stockton.
Looking at Maggie shyly his eyes asked for forgiveness, “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I was afraid you would...” Nick slumped forward into his hands and scrubbed them through his hair in frustration and remorse, “I was afraid if you saw how well I knew Cassy you’d wonder why and I’d have to tell you.”
Maggie sympathized with him and surprisingly felt no animosity towards Cassy or her husband. It was clear how much Cassy and Jarrod loved one another and she trusted enough in Nick’s love not to even question his feelings towards her. Nick was agonizing over her reaction and she quickly put him at ease, “You are being very honorable but I think Cassy would feel more at ease if you were yourself around her. I think I can handle it.” She flashed him a smile and Nick visibly relaxed with a sigh of relief.
Pulling her into a close embrace he whispered, “I love you.”
“I love you too,” sighed Maggie. Her eyes suddenly gleamed mischievously as she considered this new information and she ducked her head into her husband’s chest to hide the growing blush the reddened her face.
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Nick was hot and tired after a day of branding and he wanted nothing more than to go home. Bidding Heath goodbye he hurried home and was surprised to find the house quiet, unusual considering he had three children that took after their father in more ways than one. His concern mounted when he found no one downstairs and his heart beat a little faster as he rushed upstairs to search for them. Not finding them in their rooms, he went to his own and stopped dead in his tracks at the sight before him. On the bed lay his wife, completely undressed, eyeing him seductively through half lidded eyes. “Hello my husband. I was wondering when you would arrive.”
Wasting no time removing his clothes he stopped only long enough to ask curiously, “Where are the children?”
“At Jarrod’s. Cassy offered to take them for a few hours.” Maggie patted the bed and Nick slid in beside her, his arousal already clearly evident. “I thought we should take advantage of the free time.”
Nick grinned, “I like your way of thinking wife.” He rolled closer and braced his weight above her as his lips met hers and his tongue found entrance into her mouth. Maggie returned his kiss fervently as her hands roamed up and down his solid chest, her fingers occasionally dancing playfully over his tight nipples. Each time he shuddered and bit back a moan, his excitement building with her teasing touch. Maggie’s caresses grew bolder and her hands slipped to his straining manhood. She stroked it with a feather light grasp until Nick’s arms trembled from holding himself above her and he sank onto the bed beside her, gasping for more air. Maggie rolled onto her side, pressing herself firmly against him and her hands continued their assault on his sensitive skin. He basked in her touch, and his breath hitched when her caresses turned to kisses as she trailed them down his abdomen. His head jerked up and his eyes widened when he felt her tongue tease his engorged flesh. Never had Maggie dared to be so bold and he watched in disbelief when her mouth settled over the crown of his shaft and her tongue played with the ridge as she sucked the tip in and out of her mouth. He was beyond caring when her mouth slowly took in his length and he threw his head back, letting out a loud moan of pleasure as she repeated the motion. Nick thrust upward involuntarily and Maggie stilled him with a hand on his hip, her other hand grasping him at the base of his shaft as her mouth sucked him. His breathing was coming in gasps and he knew he was close. His control slipping, he tried to pull her away from his pulsing, needy flesh, but Maggie resisted his tug and worked her mouth and hand faster.
Nick gasped between ragged breaths, “Please...Maggie...don’t...have...to!”
Maggie’s mouth released him, but her hand continued to stroke him as she looked into his dark eyes. Licking her lips, to further tease him, she spoke in a husky voice, “I want to.”
Nick was lost in her gaze and his manhood jerked in her hand. As her mouth lowered onto him once again, he relaxed heavily onto the bed and moaned, “Aww geez!” Maggie worked her mouth with slow strokes then fast, never letting the rhythm go long enough for him to gain his release. His breathing was erratic and the sweat trickled off his chest as he strained upwards wanting more, but not getting that final bit that would send him over the edge. With her free hand, Maggie grasped his large golden orbs between her fingers and rolled them around, causing Nick to suck in a large breath of air as his back arched off the bed. As he felt the tingle begin to build, Maggie released her hold and slowed down her movements on his heated flesh and Nick begged, “Please Maggie. Harder!”
Maggie tightened her lips, and her hand grasped him more firmly and Nick pushed upwards needing more. Again she backed off as she felt his balls tighten and Nick’s breathing turned shallow and fast, “Oh god...Maggie...PLEASE!” He was thrashing on the bed, his hands clenching the bedsheets tightly as his muscles strained against the painful pleasure that was unattainable. Nick looked up when he felt Maggie’s hand moving and watched as she dropped it between her legs to pleasure herself. It was enough to send him over the edge and he couldn’t stop the burn of his release as it began in the base of his shaft. His manhood grew in Maggie’s mouth and Nick thrust sharply upward almost gagging her and she felt the salty liquid coat her throat as she swallowed convulsively to keep from choking.
Nick let out a strangled yell as he exploded deep in Maggie’s throat, “Awwwwwwww!”
It wasn’t as bad as she thought it would be and Nick’s scream of ecstasy was certainly worth every ounce that spurted into her mouth. His body shuddered uncontrollable and his low moan of pleasure started her own fire and she ground into his thigh as her own climax overtook her. Nick lifted his leg to give her more leverage, his body still shaking in the aftermath of his own blinding release. Both of them gasped for air and as they calmed, Maggie slid up to lie beside him, her head resting against his shoulder. Wrapping his arm around her, he held her tightly to his side and kissed her deeply. “That was incredible.”
Smiling with satisfaction, Maggie teased, “You can thank your sister-in-law for that.”
Nick frowned, “Huh?”
Maggie lifted her head and smiled mischievously, “Cassy is a wonderful teacher. I plan to learn a great deal from her.” Nick looked at her in shock when she added, “She was very helpful when I asked what you like.”
Blushing from head to toe, Nick sighed loudly and dropped his head on the bed. He embarrassed by Maggie’s forwardness with Cassy but he was warmed by the fact that she was wanting to please him badly enough to ask what he favored in bed. As small smile graced his face as he thought how much Cassy probably enjoyed passing on information to Maggie. Rolling over to lie atop his wife, he wasted no time showing her a new thing or two.
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Time passed and Jarrod found Cassy’s sex drive increasing as the pregnancy progressed. She confided in him that being pregnant had it’s advantages, making her release much more intense. He had no complaints. After three months of little or no sex, he was happy with the way things were going the last four. As her size increased, she complained about the added bulk, but Jarrod found his passion for her was at an all time high. Watching her undress for bed, Jarrod couldn’t resist slipping behind her to rub her bulging abdomen. Cassy leaned into his chest as his hands caressed her, stopping occasionally if the baby kicked at his father’s touch. Jarrod’s own flesh pressed into her back and Cassy sighed with pleasure as he slipped his hardened length between her legs, rocking back and forth between her thighs. His hands reached higher and he massaged her breasts, each one more than a handful these days. He tweaked the tight peaks and with Cassy’s moan he felt her wetness coat his needy length, letting him slide more easily between her legs.
Cassy covered the hands at her breasts, wanting him to rub them more firmly and Jarrod’s touch became more aggressive. Her breathing was deep and she shuddered as his fingers squeezed her rosy tips. “I want you inside me.”
Not needing any more encouragement, Jarrod pulled away and turning her in his arms, lifted her and carried her to the bed. Her added bulk was more awkward than heavy and he carefully set her on the bed before joining her. With her increased size they’d had to improvise with the traditional method and Jarrod lay on his back as she straddled his thighs. Her stomach rubbed against his engorged flesh and he arched upward aching for more contact. Leaning forward as much as she could, her fingers teased at his nipples until he was writhing beneath her touch and his erection was pulsing against her belly. His hands reached out and grabbed hers as his eyes flew open. Gasping between breaths, he pleaded with her, “Stop or I won’t last!” Releasing her hands, he grabbed her hips and helped her lift onto his needy flesh. As his tip entered her warm passage, he shivered with anticipation and Cassy slowly lowered herself until he was buried deep inside her wet tunnel. He let her take control, afraid of getting too aggressive if he let himself go. His worry over the baby was enough to curb his strongest urge to just slam into her. Lifting his hips as she ground against him, his fingers played over her sensitive nub and soon Cassy was moaning, her head thrown back as she rocked onto his thickness. The sight of her chest heaving was so erotic that Jarrod’s hand left her hip and found its way to her full mounds.
“Oh yes, more!” Urged on by her cries of pleasure, he pulled at the hardened tip of her breast while his thumb circled the sensitive bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs. Jarrod tried to help her lift, but she was already in the throes of an orgasm and gasping for air. Cassy arched her back and Jarrod felt her muscles clench tightly around his manhood and as he gazed upward, her look of ecstasy sent him over the edge. The hand at her breast grabbed her hip and his own rose off the bed to meet her as he thrust into her warm center as deeply as he dared. Erupting in a shattering orgasm, he continued to pump his hips until every last drop was gone from his aching flesh. Laying back only long enough to catch his breath, he helped Cassy lie beside him and in a short time they drifted into a content and relaxed sleep.
As Cassy’d neared her due date, Jarrod found he was once again on his own, but he couldn’t begrudge her for their lack of lovemaking. She was miserable enough with her oversized frame and the sweltering heat of summer to be enthusiastic about too much else. She was irritable and tried hard not to bite at him, but even he had his limits. Rather than lose his temper, he just made himself scarce when she was at her worst. It was on such a day that Nick found him hanging on the rail of the corral watching Heath put a horse through it’s paces.
Nick stood beside him and noticed the scowl on his older brother’s face, and he smirked, “Cassy kick you out again.”
“She didn’t kick me out!” snapped Jarrod.
Chuckling, Nick said knowingly, “Right. I remember those days.” He rubbed his chin thoughtfully, “I’ll bet you haven’t been getting any either if I remember correctly.”
“Shut up, Nick!”
Laughing, Nick tried to sound sincere, “Sorry, but you look so pathetic. Like someone shot your dog.”
Jarrod tried to salvage what he could of the conversation, appearing more stoic than he felt, “Besides, the baby almost due and then things will be back to normal. I’ll be fine.”
Nick completely lost it and bent over laughing hysterically. Heath, who was finished with the horse, heard the laughter and came over to see what was so funny. With tears in his eyes, Nick gasped out between breaths to his younger brother, what Jarrod had said. Jarrod watched in stunned disbelief as Heath tried to hold in a snicker, and failing, burst into laughter along with Nick. The two men howled with laughter as they walked away, leaving a puzzled older brother in their wake.
Three months later, Jarrod joined his brothers at the corrals after settling Cassy and baby Ben in the house with his mother and sisters-in-law. They stood at the rails once again, making small talk. Discussing family and the ranch. Nick couldn’t stop the urge to tease Jarrod and he winked at Heath as he asked his older brother with the straightest face he could manage, “So big brother, you ever figure out that normal ain’t what it used to be now that you got a little one in the house?”
Jarrod looked at Nick in surprise then hung his head in defeat as his brother’s laughed at his expense. Nick clapped him on the back sympathetically, “Cheer up Jarrod. It gets better as they get older.”
Looking hopeful, Jarrod asked, “Really?”
Heath joined in the fun and nodded. “Yep.” His face broke into a grin as he looked at Nick and he couldn’t stop the chuckle as he informed Jarrod, “’Less of course you have another one, then it just starts all over again.” Nick and Heath couldn’t stop their laughter as Jarrod’s face fell. Their laughter was contagious and he was soon smiling with them, having joined their ranks. He realized that if his brothers could find humor in the situation then it couldn’t be all that bad. Besides, when he held Cassy and his newborn son in his arms it was worth every sacrifice he’d had to make.
Story
13: Challenge
After a busy day at the office Jarrod entered the house and hung his coat and hat up hoping for a few minutes of reprieve before the household realized he was home. If he was real lucky he could sneak a quiet drink in before supper. As he turned towards his study, his hopes were dashed by Cassy’s voice at his back, “Are you slinking away Counselor?”
Jarrod’s shoulders dropped in defeat, but was startled when Cassy hurried to his side and pushed him towards the study, “If we hurry they won’t see us.”
With a raised eyebrow, Jarrod wasted no time pulling her to his study, quietly shutting the door behind him. He addressed his wife in low voice as grabbed her and nuzzled her neck, “How long before they discover we are missing?”
Cassy threw her head back and sighed, “Long enough, if you don’t waste time talking.”
“Hmm.” Jarrod was already hitching up her dress as he fumbled with the buttons on his pants. His mouth crushed hers and his tongue battled for entrance. Her hands dropped to his groin and caressed his hardening member through the material of his pants as his hand found her seeping core. Finding her already wet and ready, Jarrod moaned in her mouth as their searing kiss continued. After ten years of marriage their passion hadn’t diminished. These days it just took more effort to find the time to express it. Jarrod broke away from the kiss and asked with a husky voice, “Here or couch?”
Cassy’s hand found its way inside his pants and grabbing his throbbing member, gasped, “Here! Now!” Jarrod’s own fingers slipped into her depths and ached to be inside her. To make her point, Cassy pushed his pants over his hips and grasping him firmly pulled him closer until he was pressed against her own aching center. Their lips met again and Jarrod rubbed himself against her pleasure center until her heavy breathing signaled she was ready. His own straining flesh was begging for relief and he sighed with pleasure as he entered her in a single thrust. Her back to the door, Cassy lifted her leg around his hip giving him better access and deepening the penetration. With practiced motions, he slid in and out of her with long easy strokes until the need to finish grew too strong.
Burying his head in her shoulder, he pounded into her with shorter and faster strokes willing himself to last long enough for her to finish first. He bit back a moan when her muscles clenched around his pulsing shaft and her fingers dug deeply into his back. Holding himself deep inside her, Cassy shuddered around his flesh and as her climax died off he pumped into hard and fast, desperate to finish. His thrusts became erratic and he felt the telltale burn at the base of his shaft. He slammed himself into her depths over and over until he exploded in a moment of pure bliss. His hands found her hips and he pushed down as his hips thrust upward, straining for every second he could milk from his spewing length. Only when he finished did he begin breathing again. They both leaned heavily into the door, glad for the added support when a small voice on the other side of the door brought them back to the present.
“Mama, are you in there? I know you’re hiding with Papa again. I found you there last time. You ain’t never gonna be no good at hide ‘n seek if you keep using the same place all the time.” Frustrated that his pleas weren’t working, four-year-old Luke tried the more direct approach. “I want Mama!” Jarrod rolled his eyes skyward, reluctantly released her and pulling up his pants, made him self presentable while Cassy did the same.
Dropping a tender kiss on her lips, Jarrod whispered, “It was nice while it lasted.”
Cassy muttered in resignation, “I could have you used a little more private time with my husband.”
Jarrod chuckled, “Perhaps I can make it up to you later.”
“If we had time later we wouldn’t be doing it in your study, up against the door like rutting deer.”
Conceding her point, Jarrod had to laugh, “Well you do have a point, but you can’t blame a man for trying.”
Kissing him once more before opening the door, Cassy smiled warmly, “Just keep trying and we’ll work it out.”
Jarrod followed her out and raised an eyebrow, “I like your way of thinking.” All thoughts of their previous engagement were forgotten by the thunderous sound of footsteps racing down the stairs. Cassy took one look at Jarrod’s face and escaped to the dining room for dinner. Shaking his head, Jarrod took a deep breath and raised his voice about the noise, “Ben, James, Jacob, Sam...” Closing his eyes for a second he muttered, “Oh hell...” His voice boomed one more time, “Boys!!!”
Eight contrite faces suddenly stopped in their tracks then proceeded down the steps in a more orderly fashion. Jarrod looked up at ten-year-old Ben, “Please help George down the steps so he doesn’t fall.”
Ben turned and went back to the top to help the two-year-old down the stairs. “Come on squirt.” Jarrod was going to thank him, when an unfamiliar face appeared at the top of the stairs. The boys trailed by him offering hi papa’s on their way to eat and Jarrod continued to watch the final straggler follow behind. The girl, no more than fourteen or fifteen looked at him shyly as she approached and Jarrod grinned wryly, “Well unless I miss my count, you are not one of mine.”
The girl seemed to brighten some at his smile and shook her head, “No sir. Mrs. Barkley invited me.” Suddenly nervous about the circumstances of her presence she stuttered, “I can leave if’n it ain’t alright.”
Jarrod just shook his head, a smile gracing his face, “I’m sure Mrs. Barkley will explain later. We’d better hurry if we expect to find anything left to eat.” The girl hurried ahead, anxious to be out from under his scrutiny. Jarrod just sighed and raising his eyes upward, prayed for strength as he trudged into the dining room. The children were all seated and waiting to eat. Jarrod cast Cassy a knowing look about the newest guest. Cassy smiled smugly and ignored him, instead instructing one of the boys to begin grace. That done, dinner became a lively affair with eight voices vying for attention. Their guest sat in disbelief, barely touching her meal. She listened to the noise, amazed that the senior Barkley’s seemed oblivious to it as they enjoyed their meal and talked as though it were nothing. When Mr. Barkley addressed her, she hadn’t even heard him. Only when Ben nudged her did she realize he’d asked her a question. Red faced by her lack of respect, she stammered, “Yes, sir?”
“Cassy tells me you’ll be staying with us for a while.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Well Frannie, I’m sure you’ll have plenty to keep you busy for however long you decide to stay. Anyone fool enough to join this household has to be strong enough to hold their own. The fact that you lasted the afternoon is a testament to your endurance.” He smiled, trying to ease her mind, “Now eat up or you’ll never survive bedtime.”
With a smile of relief, their guest sighed, “Yes, sir.” Frannie was warmed by his humor as well as his acceptance and found the food in front of her a lot more appetizing than it had been only minutes before. The rest of the meal was as lively as before and she found the atmosphere a welcome change from her own family gatherings. Jarrod watched her eat and received a nod of thanks from Cassy when his eyes met hers. With a quick wink, he returned to his own meal and listened to all the children relate the days events in triplicate.
Later that evening as they readied themselves for bed Cassy seemed hesitant to talk and Jarrod knew that something was bothering her.
“Are you going to tell me?”
“What?”
Moving behind her as she sat at her dressing table, Jarrod took the brush from her hand and took over stroking her soft locks. “Whatever it is that is bothering you? Are you worried about my reaction to Frannie?”
Cassy dropped her head and sighed, “A little, but I couldn’t leave her on the street like that. She is way too young to be trying to make it on her own.” Cassy’s words were rushed as she tried to make him understand, “She seemed so frightened. I watched her go from place to place looking for work and when she stopped at the saloon I couldn’t let her do it.” Standing in front of Jarrod, her eyes held a trace of tears to come, “It’s only temporary. I promise. I’ll find something for her, but I couldn’t live with myself if I had the power to stop her and didn’t try.”
Jarrod put his finger on her lips to stop the flow, “Shh... It’s fine, baby. I know you wouldn’t have invited her into our home without good reason.” He took her in his arms and held her. Cassy basked in the strength of his arms and her next words came out hesitantly, “This might actually be a blessing in disguise.”
His head resting atop hers, Jarrod was skeptical and he sighed, “I think I should be worried at this point.”
All of Cassy’s will dissolved and tears burst forth as she gasped between sobs, “I’m sorry Jarrod. I thought I was done with children.”
Jarrod’s eyes grew wide and he lifted her chin and asked worriedly, “What are you saying Cassy?”
Tears flowed freely and Cassy cried, “We are going to have another one.”
All the strength went out of Jarrod and he backed up to the bed needing to sit down. Cassy rushed to sit beside him and tried to appease him, “I’m so sorry, honey. It’ll be fine. You’ll see. Frannie will be a big help.”
Leaning over, Jarrod dropped his head in his hands and rubbed them through his hair, too stunned to speak. Cassy remained silent, worried he would be angry with her. It was a while before he lifted his head and gave her a forgiving smile and pulled her into his arms. His next words weren’t filled with love or happiness, but they let her know he was at least accepting her news. Pulling her into his chest he teased, “We are gonna need a bigger house.”
Months passed and Jarrod spread his time between work, his family and putting an addition on the existing house. The original house was never built with such a large family in mind and was overcrowded as it was. With eight children, nine including Frannie or ten if they included the one on the way, they were in need of several more rooms just to make the living arrangements comfortable. Hiring an architect, it was decided to add a bedroom and increase the living room downstairs and put in three more bedrooms upstairs. It would mean doubling up the younger children, but by the time they were older the other rooms would hopefully be available for them to take over. Frannie was quickly becoming a permanent fixture and the bedroom downstairs would be hers for some added privacy. She was wonderful with the boys and they loved her unconditionally. At fifteen, she was very mature, but was still young enough to enjoy the family atmosphere. It never occurred to Cassy or Jarrod to inquire if she would be staying and young Frannie was reduced to tears when she found herself being included in the plans for the house. That was the same day that two people found room in their hearts for more family beyond their own. Besides what was one more.
Jarrod was exhausted. The weeks of working days on the job and his evenings on the house were taxing his strength. On this particular evening he was having to endure his brother’s teasing remarks. Nick slapped him on the back as he walked by on his way for a drink, “Ya know Jarrod, just cause you’re the oldest don’t mean you have to repopulate the county with Barkley’s all by your lonesome.”
Ignoring him, Jarrod continued sawing when Heath chimed in from his perch on the second floor, “With Nick’s two boys and my three, yer gonna have to slow down or them boys are gonna be at each other’s throats when it comes time to find a girl. There won’t be enough women to go around.” Heath laughed and Nick howled while Jarrod smirked at them, wiping his sweaty brow.
“Hell Jarrod, ya all got Frannie now. You can quit tryin’ for a girl.”
“Funny Nick,” sneered Jarrod. Tired of the banter this evening and needing to get more work out them, he implored, “Can we please get back to work? I’m kind of on a time limit here.”
Guiltily Heath went back to work as he asked, “How’s Cassy takin’ things?”
Jarrod smiled, “She thrives on kids. Except for the first, she seems to enjoy being pregnant, if that’s possible.” Chuckling he added, “I think she likes all the added attention she gets.”
Nick couldn’t resist, “Well, she oughta be happy as a lark then. You ain’t let her go more ‘n couple months ‘fore you got her pregnant again. You’re getting’ kind a old to be havin’ too many more big brother.” Heath couldn’t help but laugh with Nick, but he lost the smile when Jarrod dropped his head and laying his saw down, turned and walked away. Nick realized he’d stepped over the bounds and hurried after Jarrod to apologize. His remorse turned to fear, when Jarrod staggered a few steps and went down in a heap.
“Jarrod!” Nick rushed to his brother’s side and quickly checked him over, letting go the breath he’d been holding when he found a strong pulse. Heath hurried down the ladder when he heard Nick’s cry and knelt over Jarrod.
Looking at Nick anxiously, he asked, “Well?”
Nick shrugged, “He just collapsed. Come on, let’s get him inside. We can send for the doctor.”
The two men cradled their older brother in their arms and carried him into the house, thankful the youngest were already in bed. Cassy met them and dread filled her features as she saw how pale Jarrod looked. “Put him in the den.” Turning to her oldest she told him as calmly as she could, “Ben, go to town and bring the doctor out please.”
Ben hesitated only a moment, his eyes never leaving his father’s still form, “I’ll be back as quick as I can.”
“Be careful, son.” Cassy gave him a quick kiss and a brief hug.
“I will, Mama.” Ben left to saddle a horse worried for his father.
Cassy saw the other stricken faces and gathered them together. “I want you all to go upstairs with Frannie and get ready for bed. She’ll read to you when you are done.” Despite the protests she hurried them away from the scene, “I’ll let you know as soon as the doctor sees him. Frannie, please see that they mind.”
Frannie took over, knowing Cassy was worried about Jarrod, “Come on boys. I’ll let each of you pick out your favorite book for me to read.” They went reluctantly, but when they were gone Cassy rushed to Jarrod’s side. Looking up at her brother’s-in-law she questioned them, her tears already flowing, “What happened?”
Nick told her, “He just collapsed. One minute he seemed fine, the next he was on the ground.”
Cassy held Jarrod’s limp hand in her own and Nick sat on the low table behind her. Dropping a hand on her shoulder, his remorse reflected in his voice as he spoke, “We was just teasin’ him Cassy, we didn’t mean no harm.”
The bantering between brothers was legendary and Jarrod often took the brunt of it, but his sharp wit was just as quick and gave as good as he got. Cassy shook her head, “I’m sure that had nothing to do with it Nick. He’s been pushing himself too hard. I’ve tried getting him to slow down, but he wants the house finished before the baby gets here.” Jarrod’s hand flinched in hers and her hopes soared, “Jarrod! Can you hear me?”
Nick and Heath watched as Jarrod slowly opened his eyes. Frowning, he asked with confusion, “What happened?”
Relief was written in Nick’s expression and he spoke softly, “You passed out, big brother.”
Jarrod was startled by their concern and Cassy’s tear streaked face was enough evidence to convince him he’d had her very worried. He reached his hand up and wiped the tears with his thumb, “I’m fine. I’ve just been tired.”
Cassy could only nod, her heart still racing with fear. As if to reassure her, Jarrod got to his feet but his plan backfired and he swayed dizzily. Heath and Nick both reached out to steady him and set him back on the couch. Nick stood and pointed a finger at him, “You stay right there ‘til the doctor checks you out.”
Lifting his head sharply, Jarrod glared at him, “Doctor?”
Planting his hands on his hips, Nick traded glares, “Doctor!” Jarrod slumped into the couch and closed his eyes wearily. He was sound asleep by the time the doctor arrived an hour later. A thorough examination revealed Jarrod to be exhausted and a bit underweight. All the extra work was taking a toll on his older body and time had caught up with him. A few days rest and bigger meals were prescribed and promises that he take better care of himself. The doctor made no qualms about informing him that he might not be so lucky next time.
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A few days later, Jarrod leaned on the balcony rail outside his room peering out into the darkness, his shirt flapping in the gentle breeze. So caught up in his fears and worries he didn’t hear Cassy join him until she stood at his side. Standing up straight, he slipped behind her and wrapped his arms around her growing middle as she leaned back into his chest. His head rested on hers as he said tenderly, “You should be sleeping.”
Patting the arms that held her, Cassy retorted, “So should you. You’ve been awfully quiet these last few days.”
Kissing the top her head, he smiled in the darkness, “I’ve had a lot on my mind.”
“You want to talk about it?”
Jarrod huffed playfully, “Not really, but you won’t give up until you’ve gotten everything out of me.”
“I know you’re worried Jarrod, but everything will be fine. The house doesn’t have to be finished. We’ll manage.”
Holding her tighter, his voice was barely a whisper in the quiet of night, “I guess that little incident scared me Cassy. I’m not getting any younger. I’ll be fifty-two when this baby is born. That is going to mean I’ll be in my seventies by the time it’s grown. What if something had happened to me?” Burying his head in her shoulder, his voice was coarse with emotion as he continued, “I love you and the children so much that I can’t imagine my life without you or them. I want to have as much time as I’m allowed to enjoy all that I’ve been given. I never expected to marry so late in life, let alone be granted so much more. I don’t want to spoil any of it by leaving this world too soon.”
Cassy turned in his arms and buried her face in chest, his smell drifting up to comfort her. “Oh Jarrod you just overdid it. Maybe this was just a way of getting you to realize you need to slow down a little. Let some other people take over some of the responsibility. You take on too much at work and there is no reason we can’t hire someone to finish the house. You’ve worked hard all your life. Give yourself a chance to relax and trust that the work will still get done without you.”
“When did you get so smart?”
Wrapping her arms around his back, Cassy answered, “I had a good teacher. If you hadn’t been so stubborn, we wouldn’t have all this Jarrod. We missed so much that I don’t want to risk a chance that it could end because of that same stubbornness. Nothing is more important than having you right here with me. Please, let some of it go and let someone else carry the load. If not for you, then for me and the children.”
Jarrod leaned down and kissed her tenderly. Cassy closed her eyes and savored in the feeling of his mouth as he trailed kisses to her ear where he whispered huskily, “I love you. For you I would do anything.”
Cassy was breathless as she sighed, “Love me, Jarrod.”
With care, Jarrod gathered her in his arms and carried her to the wicker couch that sat outside their bedroom then gently set her down before kneeling between her legs. Her robe slipped open and Jarrod could see the moonlight dance across her bare flesh. The sight sent blood to his groin and he felt a stirring of arousal. His hands lightly caressed the soft skin of her thighs and legs before moving to her swollen abdomen. Massaging the tightness of her belly, he dropped his head and listened to the sounds of life coming from within. Cassy’s fingers stroked his hair and she asked worriedly, “Are you okay with having another child Jarrod?”
Lifting his head, his eyes could barely see hers in the limited light and he held her gaze, “Oh Cassy, I know I didn’t say it, but I love every child you’ve every given me. This one is no exception. I’m more angry with my own selfishness for not being able to curb my desire enough to give you a break. You’ve carried each of them without complaint and I love each of them equally, this one will be no different.” His head dropped down to her belly again and his soft strokes confirmed his love of their unborn. Cassy asked him curiously, “Boy or girl?”
Jarrod chuckled lightly, “Well, I’d be lying if I didn’t admit I’m hoping for a little girl.” His hands roamed upwards to her full breasts and lingered there.
Cassy’s head fell back with the pleasure of his touch and asked, “And if it’s a boy?”
With a mocked sigh, he smiled, “I’m going to have to figure out what to call him. With so many Barkley’s running around it’s hard to come up with something that isn’t already taken.”
“And what name would you chose if it’s girl?” Cassy’s hands reached into the back of his shirt and caressed the skin of his upper back, sending shivers down his spine.
Recovering, he whispered, “I like the name Emily.”
“Hmmm.” Jarrod’s hands continued to tease her breasts and he wasn’t sure if her response was to his touch or the name. Enjoying the slow pace of their lovemaking he decided it didn’t matter and he concentrated on one thing for now. His hands caressed every inch of her and her moans soon filled the night air as his mouth found her most sensitive spots. Shifting closer and pulling her to the edge of the settee, he guided his pulsing, needy flesh to her entrance. With agonizing slowness, he entered her and stilled at the warmth that engulfed him. His finger found her tender center as he moved in and out of her depths, enjoying the sensation. Cassy was nearing release and he increased him motions, careful not to let himself get carried away, but still forceful enough to satisfy his own needs. He quickly caught up and as he felt Cassy’s muscles quiver around his hardness he couldn’t stop himself from following. They both arched against the overwhelming rush of pleasure and let it consume them. Only when they were both spent did he lean over and rest his head at her side. Her fingers played with the fine hairs of his neck and he shuddered, still reeling from their lovemaking. Cassy’s voice drifted through the darkness and he found comfort in her words of love. Jarrod basked in their closeness and smiled. For all the teasing he endured from his brothers he wouldn’t trade a single moment for what he had right now. Life was perfect...
Well not quite...perfect came two months later when Cassy presented him with Emily Victoria Barkley.
Story
14: Biscuits and Honey
Jarrod dropped off the porch and began circling around the wagon, acknowledging each child as he went.
“Emily, have a nice first day of school.” Emily nodded shyly.
“George, you are in charge of your sister.” George puffed his chest, proud of the responsibility.
“Luke, stand up and empty your pockets please.” The boy stood and reluctantly handed his father the frog he’d hoped to get away with.
“Virgil. Virgil! Please try to pay attention in school.” The ten-year-old nodded absently, and Jarrod wasn’t too sure he’d even heard him.
“Robert, Sam can you try to keep the fighting to a minimum at least for today.” Admonished, the two ducked their heads and sighed, “Yes, Sir.”
“Jacob, look at me son.” Jarrod waited for the boy to look up from his book, “Please let the teacher do her job. You are not the teacher, she is.” The fourteen-year-old nodded and buried his head back in his book.
“James, if you promise to stay at school all day I’ll let you help your Uncle’s, but no ditching. Do you understand me?” James tried his defiant look, saw it wouldn’t work and sighed, “Yes, Father.”
Moving to the front of the wagon he smiled at Ben, “You’re in charge, son...good luck.”
Ben laughed, “I’ll get them there and back, Father. I’m not going to guarantee what shape they will be in.”
Jarrod patted his oldest’s thigh, “I have the utmost confidence in your abilities.” He glanced at the squirming mass in the back of the wagon and smiled, “Do your best.” He strolled back up to the porch where Cassy was standing and slipped his arm around her still trim waist. The children smiled when he playfully tickled their mother and the older boys rolled their eyes when Luke and George started yucking their father’s display of affection. Ben just shook his head and got the horses moving to a chorus of goodbyes.
As the wagon moved out of site, Jarrod eased around Cassy and buried his head in her shoulder, nuzzling the soft skin there. “Do you realize that this is the first day in sixteen years that we have had all to ourselves? The last one is finally in school”
“Hmmm. I believe it crossed my mind a time or two.” Her head was already tilted back into his chest as his kisses wandered up and down her jaw line. She let him play, making sure she could feel his arousal before pushing away, “However, I still have the kitchen to clean up.” Turning away, she headed into the house before he had a chance to react.
She hurried towards the kitchen and heard him shout after her, “Cassy!”
Cassy busied herself clearing the table and smiled when she heard Jarrod come though the door. Looking up, his desire was clearly evident, she insisted, “You need to eat.”
“I’m not hungry...for food.” He moved closer and Cassy easily sidestepped him, retrieving his breakfast from the stove.
Sitting on the bench at the table, he frowned at her when she set the plate of biscuits and honey in front of him and demanded, “Sit and eat. Your biscuits will get cold.”
As Cassy turned, Jarrod grabbed her around the waist and pulled her into his lap. He leaned in close and his hand wandered to her lightly clad breast as he muttered, “The hell with the biscuits.”
Her nipples were already taut with anticipation and she mumbled, “What biscuits?”
Jarrod needed no further encouragement and his hand found the buttons at the front of her cotton dress. Like most mornings, it wasn’t unusual for Cassy to slip on ‘just’ a dress to fix breakfast. This morning was no exception and he quickly slipped it off her shoulders, exposing her luscious mounds to his caresses. Squeezing them firmly as she ground herself onto his erection, Jarrod sighed with pleasure. Shifting them both, he laid her out in front of him on the narrow seat and easily removed the dress that spoiled his view. Her bent knees straddled the bench and his manhood hardened, straining for release in his ever tightening pants. His hand dropped and adjusted his burgeoning flesh, taking an extra moment to rub away the ache as he dropped to his knees beside her. Cassy closed her eyes as Jarrod’s hand roamed up her thighs, carefully avoiding her sensitive areas. She tried arching into his hands, but he moved them higher until they were caressing the tender skin of her breasts. Her breathing increased and her chest rose and fell, her nipples begging for attention as they jutted into Jarrod’s hands. His fingers squeezed and pinched her enticing peaks until he had her squirming under his touch.
Jarrod’s pants were pulled tight against his erection and he moaned when Cassy reached out and fondled his sac through the coarse material. Cassy’s hand began working the buttons of his pants and he couldn’t help but be amazed that no matter what the situation she was always able to make it look so easy. In no time at all, his pants and shirt were hanging open and her hand was roaming freely up and down his abdomen and chest. As her fingers skimmed over the heated skin of his throbbing manhood, Jarrod jerked away and sucked in air with a gasp. Removing her hand, he placed it on her stomach, then stood up. Removing his clothes, he lifted his leg over the bench and sat opposite her head, his eyes dropping to the beautiful sight before him. His shaft pulsed with the increased blood flow and he wanted nothing more than to bury himself deep inside her warm passage. Instead, his eyes danced with mischief and desire as one hand teased her nipples and the other found the honey that rested on the table. Pulling it to the edge, he lifted out the knobbed wooden spoon and smiled greedily at the honey that dripped from the end. Cassy’s eyes were closed and her head thrown back as he caressed and played with her mounds.
Swallowing hard against his own rising desire, Jarrod began drizzling honey over Cassy’s flushed skin. Starting at the hollow between her breasts, he let the spoon drift over each breast and nipple, watching the honey make a slow trail down her mounds. Satisfied with the results he leaned over her and with his erection brushing her soft curls, Jarrod took his time licking and sucking the sticky sweetness off her skin. Cassy was writhing beneath him as his tongue used long slow strokes to clean her hot flesh.
“Oh god Jarrod I need you inside me.”
Picking up the honey dipper again he slipped it into the small crock and let some of the excess flow off before moving it to drip into the folds between her open legs. Cassy arched upward, her breath ragged as the fluid hit her heated opening and Jarrod’s erection purpled with her moan of desire. Her head shot up and her eyes widened when she felt the wooden dipper rub against her delicate lips. Jarrod smiled deviously at her reaction, “I’ll buy you a new one!”
Cassy slumped back onto the narrow bench and Jarrod continued to tease her with his newfound toy. Once more he filled it’s ridges with honey and thought how much sweeter she would taste as he slipped it into her tight core. Cassy tried to push down and her hand grasped the table edge as she panted for air. “Jarrod, please!!!!”
“You like that, baby?” He pushed the dipper farther into her wetness and Cassy shuddered as his fingers danced across her pulsing nub of desire. Pushing in and out with an easy rhythm he teased her pleasure center until Cassy was beside herself with need.
Suddenly, Cassy arched her back and cried out at the ecstasy that caught her in its grip. Holding her breath as her climax claimed her, Jarrod almost lost it as she moaned loudly and stiffened with her release. Giving her a moment to recover he slowly removed the dipper and let it fall to the floor. Scooting back on the bench, Jarrod slipped between her parted legs and used his tongue to tenderly lick the excess honey off her thighs, careful not to touch her oversensitive bud. Cassy’s skin was shining in the aftermath of her orgasm and Jarrod’s fingers moved over her flat abdomen as his tongue darted out and tasted the mixture of honey and her own sweet nectar. Shuddering under his hand, Cassy’s whimpers drove him on and he licked the delicacy from her soft petals. His own flesh begged him for release, and only his need to fulfill her again kept him from losing control. He licked and sucked at her tender opening like a starving man and Cassy’s fingers gripped his head tightly to her center as she once again neared her peak. Jarrod used his tongue to penetrate her depths, the lure of more honey making him all more desperate to reach it. He was oblivious to Cassy’s need until he felt her muscles begin to quiver around his tongue and he reluctantly pulled away pausing at her tiny nub to prolong her desire. Pulling it between his lips he sucked on the engorged tip and his tongue did a final dance as she screamed out with pleasure.
Jarrod’s breathing was ragged and harsh having held his own desire in check for so long and he laid his head on her stomach as she sucked air into her oxygen starved lungs. Her fingers stroked his hair and he let himself relax for a moment, needing to regain some control over his emotions. No matter what she chose for his release he knew he wouldn’t last now. It was all but over for him, and he basked in her warmth, sitting up only when she did.
Cassy’s hand dropped to his thigh, but avoided touching his rock hard erection. Years of loving had brought them a complete understanding of the other and Cassy knew he was much too close to mess with. Instead she let her fingers roam over his torso, feeling the ripple of muscle beneath her touch. His eyes closed and his breathing was labored, his whole body in desperate need of release. Leaning into him she kissed him and could taste the honey on his lips. Pulling away from him, she whispered, “Stand up.”
His legs shook as he stood and his manhood jutted near her head. Too close to her mouth and afraid he would explode right then and there he had to close his eyes. Cassy smiled sympathetically and took the honey jar in hand. Gently grasping the base of his shaft, she pointed his shaft downward and lifted the jar so his manhood was covered in the sweet liquid. Jarrod’s eyes shot open and he was gasping sharply, feeling the cool fluid hit his overheated flesh. Looking down, he watched as Cassy lowered her mouth to catch the drops of honey that now dripped off the tip of his screaming flesh. His legs almost buckled when her tongue sensuously drew the sweetness from his crown.
Jarrod’s body trembled with desire and he grabbed for the table needing something to support him. His voice pleaded with her, “Please, baby!” Between gasps he begged, “Need...to...cum!” Their eyes met and Cassy took his length into her mouth and Jarrod cried out when her warmth engulfed him, “OH God, CASSYYYY!!!” His hips thrust forward and Cassy’s hand grasped the base of his shaft to control his depth, letting him pump his pulsing need into her mouth. His body tensed and his balls pulled up sharply and his breathing ceased as his seed spurted convulsively into her throat. A small whimper escaped his lips as he thrust into her mouth with small involuntary motions and she milked him dry. As his body released him from it’s earth shattering need, he collapsed onto the bench and let his head rest on the table has he tried to get air into his lungs. Cassy’s hand dropped to his back and caressed him with lazy circles until his breathing evened out. Jarrod lifted her legs over his lap and wrapped his arm around her waist pulling her into his side. Her head rested against his shoulder and he dropped a kiss onto her head as he whispered a heartfelt, “I love you.”
Cassy’s hand reached up and played with the gray dusting of hair on his chest, “I love you too.” They sat in silence just enjoying the time alone, a rarity in their lives. Finally Cassy chuckled and Jarrod pulled back enough to look at here, “What?”
“You never ate your breakfast and now you don’t have any honey to go with your biscuits.”
Jarrod laughed with her and then his eyes gleamed with mischief, “Do we have any jam?”
Story
15: The End of an Era
Ben Barkley sat in the study wondering how best to approach his father. At seventy, Jarrod was senior partner at the Barkley Law firm. Stockton was a booming city and their services were always in need, but the younger partner was concerned for his father. Still in good health, Jarrod was slowing down and the need to spend full days at the office wasn’t as critical as it had been in the past. Not only had he and Robert followed in their father’s footsteps, but Thomas and Sarah, his nephew and niece had also joined the firm.
Sitting at the desk in the study, he startled when his father walked in. He started to rise to give up his seat to Jarrod. “Sit down, Ben. I’m not here to work. I was looking for you.”
Sitting back down, Ben looked at his father uneasily, “What can I do for you?”
Jarrod smiled at his son’s nervousness. He knew full well what was on the man’s mind. In a household as large as his, it was impossible to keep secrets. Fiddling with his pen, Ben took a deep breath and let it out slowly, gathering his courage. “There is no easy way to say this... I was thinking it was time you let up on the work a little and let me take over some of the load at the office. You and mother could spend...”
“I agree.”
“... time together. You’ve worked hard all your life. It’s time you relaxed and... what did you just say?”
Patting the stunned man on the back, Jarrod grinned, “I said it sounds like a wonderful idea.”
Ben hung his head, and said with a knowing sigh, “You’ve been talking to Mother.”
“Of course. You know how she is with a secret.”
Looking at his father to make sure, Ben asked warily, “You’re not angry with me?”
“No son, I’m not angry. You’ve worked hard to get to this point. You deserve the chance to do it on your own. I can’t say that you’ll keep me away from the office, but I’m more than willing to hand over the bulk of the work to you and the others.” Jarrod smiled and teased his oldest, “I’m not getting any younger you know.”
Ben blushed, “I’m sorry Father. I just hate to see you work yourself so hard.”
“Well, with nine children to feed, I really didn’t have much choice did I, “ laughed Jarrod.
“That reminds me. Susan and I have finally found a house in town and we should be able to take possession in about three months. That should lighten some of the load around here.”
“Your mother will be disappointed. She enjoys having you all right here.”
Smiling, Ben just shook his head, “I know, but it’s time we had a place of our own. Susan is due in six months and this house is already crawling with kids. Half of them aren’t even mine and it drives me crazy sometimes. I don’t know how you managed with nine children.”
“Who says I managed?!” Both men laughed and Jarrod pulled Ben out of his seat, “Come on, we have to pick Emily up at the station and I don’t want to be late.”
Ben laughed and teased his father, “For someone who wants his house back, you need to stop letting them back in.” Jarrod complained that his house was too full of children and grandchildren, but they all knew he wouldn’t have it any other way. He’d waited so long for a family of his own that he couldn’t get enough, despite the chaos that went with having so many under one roof. He, Robert, James, Sam and Luke all had children of their own and were living either at home or close by in one of the houses built to support the expansion of the family. James and Luke both took up the ranching duties as if they were born to it and spent more time at the main ranch than at home. Sam helped out some, but he’d gone to college for business and was in charge of the books for the ranch. His uncles, Nick and Heath had no problem handing over the paperwork and Sam’s eye for numbers made the task much easier. The ranch had expanded in size and the amount of paperwork was tremendous. Nick’s daughter Heather helped Sam and the two of them managed the main office with the help of some of the younger Barkley’s. With so many youngsters joining the family businesses, the older generation made a point of sending them through the ranks. Birth had its privileges but they had to learn from the ground up, it’s what made the ranch the success that it was. Virgil lived in town, but being a doctor, it only made sense for him to be where his office was.
George was still unmarried and living at home, and no one was really sure what he would end up doing with his life. He was the dreamer in the family and when he wasn’t bringing home some new fangled idea he was inventing one. Only twenty years old, he was still afforded the luxury of youth and showed no sign of changing his ways any time soon. The only thing he took seriously was his sister Emily and the family teased him unmercifully over his protectiveness regarding the youngest in the clan. With Emily away at school, he had been beside himself. Now that she was returning home, he couldn’t wait to see her. Of all the children, Emily was probably closest to George, but all her brothers were overprotective and she’d begged her parents to let her go abroad for two years of school, just to get away from them. It was a difficult decision, and Cassy had only agreed because Frannie had done the same and was still living in London, with a family of her own. After two years, Emily was finally coming home and the entire family was anxious to see her again.
Jarrod dropped his arm on his son’s shoulders as the left the study, “So you think I have time to remove my things from my office before you take over?”
Looking surprised, Ben realized his father was teasing and joined in the fun, “Sure, I’ll even help. We should have you out of there in no time.”
Jarrod feigned a frown, “It’s nice to know that you’ll miss me, son.” He cuffed him lightly and both men laughed. Cassy had just shut the front door, when the two men came out of the study laughing and she tried to compose herself, but Jarrod immediately noticed how distraught she was.
Rushing to her side, he wrapped his arm around her and asked softly, “Cassy, what is it?”
Tears rolled down her cheeks as she looked at him. “It’s your mother. They couldn’t wake her this morning. I’m so sorry,” cried Cassy. Jarrod pulled her into a tight embrace and buried his head in her shoulder, his body trembling in shock. Ben stood to the side, his own tears threatening at the suddenness of the news. His grandmother had been the rock of the family even with her advancing years and her passing would be difficult for young and old alike. Squaring his shoulders, Ben joined his parents and dropped a comforting hand on each their shoulders, spoke with a slight waver in his voice, “I’m going to take George with me to get Emily. Would you like me to tell them?”
Jarrod lifted his head up, and tried to speak, but it was barely a whisper, “We’ll tell them when you get back.”
Squeezing his father’s shoulder, Ben nodded as his tears fell, “I’m sorry Father.” Jarrod clasped his neck and pulled him close, letting the young man share their grief. It was Cassy that finally spoke “Bring your brothers and sister home, Ben.”
Ben left them alone and as he was leaving the yard, James, Luke and Sam rode up. Working on the main ranch they’d heard the tragic news and come straight home, none of them bothering to hide the sadness they were feeling. James nodded towards the house, “How’s he doing?”
“He’s in shock. I’m going for Emily. George doesn’t know yet, I’ll take him with me. Can one of you ride to town and get Virgil and Robert?”
James dismounted his horse and accepted a hug from his older brother, “Let me just see Father and then I’ll go get them.”
Nodding his head, Ben agreed, “I’ll be back as quickly as I can.” He embraced Luke and Sam, “You two alright?”
They nodded silently, and followed James into the house. Taking a deep breath to compose himself, Ben found George and they went for Emily.
Inside the house, Jarrod and Cassy were consoled by their sons and left alone. Jarrod was struggling to remain composed but the news was beginning to take hold and he let Cassy lead him into the study. Sitting down heavily, he buried his head in his hands and cried. Cassy sat beside him, her own tears falling unabated at the loss and her hand circled his back in comfort, “I’m so sorry, Jarrod.”
Jarrod turned to look at Cassy, still sobbing, “I can’t believe she’s gone.”
Cupping his cheek with a shaky hand, Cassy tried to reassure him, “I know how hard this is for you, but your mother had a very full life. She was almost 95 and until recently in good health. We’ll all miss her very much.”
Nodding his head, even as he cried, he let Cassy comfort him. They sat for a long time until no more tears fell, and there was only silent reflection. Cassy composed herself and insisted Jarrod rest, knowing the days ahead would be difficult for the now oldest Barkley. The torch had been passed and Jarrod would take the responsibility to heart, just as he had always done. Thankfully, the ranch duties had already been parceled out to the younger generation, but that didn’t mean the task ahead was any less daunting. Letting him rest, Cassy rose to see how the children were doing when Jarrod stopped her, “I’ll go with you. I need to talk to the kids and then go to the house.” Wrapping his arm around her, he pulled her close and dropped a light kiss on her lips. “Thank you.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure. This is going to be hard on everyone.”
They walked arm and arm to the door and Cassy stopped him just as they were leaving, “I’m here for you. You just need to ask. Don’t do this all on your own.”
With a deep breath, Jarrod brushed back his hair and kissed her cheek. “I know.”
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The funeral was a massive affair, bringing people from all over the state to bid the grand matriarch a final goodbye. She was survived by her sons and daughter, twenty-three grandchildren and forty-five great grandchildren and every one of them mourned her loss deeply, but none more so than her oldest. He held the family together when their father was killed and he found himself in the same role with his mother’s passing. It was comforting to know that this time around it wasn’t a job he had to bear alone and he found comfort in his siblings and his family. His children were there every minute and yet they left him the time needed to deal with such a loss. The funeral brought some closure and when they finally made it home at the end of the day, Jarrod was exhausted. He and Cassy were alone in the house, his children opting to find comfort with their cousins. They’d all grown up together and spent several hours talking and laughing about their grandmother. It was a healing process all it’s own and Jarrod and Cassy left them to their own devices, knowing they were old enough to find their own way home.
The days ahead were wrought with emotion and Jarrod spent the time with his family. They gathered for meals and went on a couple of outings, just enjoying the closeness they’d lost with the natural passage of time. Several nights later, Cassy found Jarrod standing on the balcony outside the bedroom staring out at the sunset and quietly slipped under his arm. Leaning down, he pulled her to his side and kissed her softly. Her hands rested on his forearms as he held her and she played with the coarse hair there. “How are you doing?”
“I never imagined it would be this hard.”
“We never do.”
His breath caught and he whispered, “Love me, Cassy.” When Cassy nodded her understanding, he led them to the bed and they silently undressed before slipping into bed. Jarrod rolled to his back and let himself drift away from the pain as she caressed him. Cassy’s touches brought pleasure and healing as he lost himself to the sensations. Her hands found all the familiar places that sent his blood afire and he rolled them both over, kissing her with a passion borne of need. A need to forget and just feel her love. He tried to hold off against the mounting need, but the preceding days had taken a toll and he just wanted release from it all. Cassy shifted to allow him entry and he thrust into her sharply, savoring only briefly the pleasure of being buried deep inside her. He tried to slow his thrusts, but Cassy’s voice breathed into his ear, “Let it go.”
Permission given, he pumped into her over and over, letting the build up of emotions take over. Cassy met him thrust for thrust and despite his selfishness, he felt her muscles tighten around him and he gasped with one final push before his world exploded into light and exquisite pleasure. It seemed to go on forever, before he rolled off and collapsed on the bed, pulling Cassy close to him, “I’m sorry, baby. I needed that so bad.”
Cassy fingered the dusty hairs on his chest, “I did too. It can be a great healer if you let it.” They lay together catching their breaths and enjoying the closeness.
As their breathing evened out, Jarrod spoke softly, “I’m gonna miss her Cassy.”
“I know you are. We all are, but her time was here. She had a wonderful life. If I know your mother she would be the first to tell you to mourn the loss, but don’t let it consume you.”
Jarrod smiled at the thought of his mother standing before him, telling him the same thing and he squeezed Cassy. His eyes looked skyward and he whispered a silent goodbye to his mother.
Story
16: Fruits of Our Labor
Cassy couldn’t wait to see her husband, and felt this year was more of a homecoming than any before. Jarrod had let Ben talk him into a trip cross-country on some business and the month had passed too slowly for Cassy. He’d been gone overnight on occasion, but never for this length of time and Cassy was feeling his absence in a rather amorous way. She’d tried to insist on making the ride into town alone to meet his train, but George wouldn’t allow her to go alone. It took all her restraint to maintain propriety as she hugged Jarrod at the train station, “Welcome home!” Leaning in to kiss her, Jarrod was startled when she slipped her tongue between his lips. His hands slid down her back as he returned the kiss but stopped short, suddenly remembering they were in public.
Pushing away, he tried to ignore the heat gathering in his groin as he teased Cassy. “Miss me?”
Taking his arm in hers, she moved them towards the waiting car, while George followed behind with his bags, “I was hoping to come alone, but George insisted on driving.”
The sultry tone in her voice was not helping his cause any and he shot her a glare. “You’re not going to make this easy on me are you?”
Looking behind her to make sure George wasn’t too close, she dropped her voice to a whisper, “I have every intention of having you before this day is out, Counselor.”
Jarrod raised a curious eyebrow, “Aren’t the children all coming home today for the holiday?”
Cassy chuckled, “It’s a big house. Surely we can steal a moment...or two.”
Shaking his head, Jarrod sighed, “You had to say it out loud didn’t you. Now it will never happen. You know that don’t you?”
She slapped at him playfully. “You are such a pessimist.”
“No. I just know my children. Timing has never been their forte.” Holding open the car door, he helped her in and took the seat beside her, letting George drive them home. As George stared down the road, Cassy’s hand began a slow and torturous roaming of Jarrod’s thigh and his eyes widened at her forwardness with their son so close. She talked about the children, social goings on and various other trivial events the whole while her fingers danced over his hardening flesh. Sweat beaded on his brow as he fought to maintain his poise. Cassy seemed unconcerned and only stopped her playing when George pulled up in front of the house. “George, be a dear and take your father’s bag in the house.”
George grabbed the bag and asked, “Aren’t you coming?”
Cassy nodded, “In a minute. I’d like a moment with your Father.”
Seeing the strained look on his Father’s face, he shivered at the thought of his parents in the throes of passion at their age. Doing as he was told, he couldn’t get away fast enough and left the two of them sitting in the car alone. Jarrod watched impatiently until his son was in the house before turning and giving Cassy a searing kiss. His hands roamed her bodice as he thrust his tongue deep into her anxious mouth and the passion was returned with enthusiasm. A month of separation was made worse with Cassy’s teasing and Jarrod was pushing her further and further down into the seat when a loud shrill voice broke through their desire, “FATHER!”
Cassy and Jarrod both sat straight up in the seat, out of breath and looking rather flush. Straightening her hair, Cassy couldn’t stop her smile at the frustration on Jarrod’s face as he glared at his daughter. Emily was red with embarrassment, not sure whether to greet her father or retreat into the house and stood frozen on the steps. Patting Jarrod’s thigh one last time, Cassy got out of the car and spoke casually to Emily as she passed by, “Go tell your Father hello, dear.”
For once Jarrod was thankful for his advancing age and the fact that without Cassy’s interference he quickly returned to a softer state. Emily’s sudden appearance certainly hadn’t hurt either. Getting from the car, he opened his arms and Emily bounded down the steps for a hug. “Hello, Father! I’ve missed you.”
Kissing her on the cheek, he smiled warmly, “I’ve missed you too.” Looking over her shoulder, he asked, “Where’s what’s his name?”
“His name is Ted, Father and he had finals at school and couldn’t get away.”
“Hmph.”
Emily pouted, “Oh Father, you are worse than the boys.”
Taking her arm in his, Jarrod headed in the house, “It’s my right you know. I’m your Father.”
The Barkley fire shone in her eyes as she huffed, “Between you and the boys I might never get married.”
Kissing her head as they walked, Jarrod teased, “Oh I’m sure you’ll meet someone we approve of...someday.” Actually Jarrod found Ted to be a rather fine young man and he had no doubt there would be wedding bells in the future for his daughter. Being the youngest of eight and the only girl made it a daunting task to find a suitor that would please seven brothers and a doting Father. Hoping to change the subject he asked, “So who all is here?”
“Just George and I.”
Jarrod smiled as his mind began to work through the possibilities.
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Cassy was working in the kitchen trying to prepare a noon meal when Jarrod found her. He barely made it through the kitchen door when she rushed to greet him. When she wrapped her arms around his waist pulling him closer, he needed no further encouragement and kissed her deeply. As her hands found his buttocks, he felt the stirring in his groin as she ground against him and his tongue darted into her mouth as he moaned his desire. “God, I’ve missed you.”
“I need you,” breathed Cassy, her hands dipping below his waistline to his already burgeoning flesh. His hands found her cloth covered mounds and squeezed them firmly eliciting more groans from Cassy and he used a free hand to pull her skirt upward, needing to get beneath to her center. His hips rocked forward as his hand moved higher up her thigh and he pushed sharply as he felt her wetness coat his questing fingers. Her own hand was stroking him while her other was trying to get to his belt and Jarrod pushed her into the wall, his body fully covering hers as he assaulted her mouth with his tongue. Cassy’s needs were no less demanding until the kitchen door banged open, startling them both.
Virgil stood in the doorway, aghast and speechless. Jarrod removed his hand from beneath Cassy’s skirt and turned to hide his straining arousal. Cassy recovered more quickly and calmly returned to her cooking, but not without a teasing wink Jarrod’s way. He was dealing with the evil look Virgil was casting his way, and said defiantly, “What? She is my wife?”
Shaking his head, Virgil sat at the table, “You are seventy years old Father. Surely you can control your urges by now.”
Jarrod was about to defend himself when Cassy snorted softly and he shot her an angry glare. Virgil was about to say more when Jarrod threw his hands up in the air in frustration, “Oh, never mind!” He turned and stomped up the back stairs.
Cassy greeted Virgil with a kiss as she admonished his behavior, “You should learn to knock.”
“Knock, Mother? It’s the kitchen!”
“Perhaps next time you could make more noise then.”
Virgil looked shocked by her statement, “Next time. Good god Mother, don’t you get tired of being pawed at your age?”
“I don’t consider it pawing, son and I do not approve of you thinking of your Father that way. I love your Father very much and I see nothing wrong with expressing it in my own home. If you find it offensive, then perhaps you should be the one to reevaluate your own marriage.” Virgil had seldom seen his Mother so riled and he knew he’d stepped over the bounds.
He quickly apologized, “I’m sorry Mother. It really is none of my business what you and Father do in your own home.”
“See that you remember that.” Her tone changed, having forgiven him and she spoke lightly, “Go find your brother and sister and tell them lunch is ready.”
“Yes, Mother.” Virgil got up and did as he was told without question.
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Jarrod laid down for a nap and tried to forget about the ache in his groin. Cassy’s teasing only intensified his need and it was going to be a long time until they could make time together with all the children making an appearance today. Whenever he was out of town for any length of time, they all made a point of welcoming him home and today was no exception, even though they would all be gathering in the evening to decorate the tree. With no other options, he decided sleeping would at least kill some time.
Cassy waited an hour before sneaking her way upstairs, hoping she might have some time alone with him. Easing the door shut behind her, she tiptoed to the bed and very carefully sat down. Jarrod still sent her blood flowing and the urge to love him was no less than it was 50 years ago. Age had perhaps slowed them down, but the fire was enough to keep them active. She had no doubt they would carry the flame until their dying days. Thankfully that was a long way off and she smiled mischievously as her fingers eased his belt away. Her light touches were enough to make him twitch even in his sleep and she cautiously undid one button at a time until he was open to her caresses. His arousal began to lengthen with her touches and so absorbed in her playing, she didn’t notice his eyelids flutter as he came awake. Before she had time to react, she found herself pinned to the bed and Jarrod was grinding his pulsing need into her hips. Cassy met his gaze with fire in her eyes, “Hurry!”
Jarrod scooted down and was pushing up her dress when a loud knock on the door was enough to spur them into action. Leaping off the bed, Jarrod did up his pants enough to hold them up and winced as he tried to stuff more into his pants than came out. Pulling out his shirt to hide the worst of it, he sat down as Cassy was straightening her skirt. Cassy hissed at him as the door opened, “Fix your hair.”
Running his hands over his dark locks, he returned them to some semblance of normal as Sam strode into the room oblivious to his interruption, “FATHER! It’s good to have you back.”
Jarrod tried to smile, but his frustration kept it from being genuine and his ragged breath was obvious, “Hello Sam.”
Sam’s eyes darted to his father and mother and realization dawned. His face turned bright red as he stuttered, “Um...uh...I..., I’ll see you downstairs.” He did an about face and left the room in a rush.
Her son’s reaction was too much and Cassy burst out laughing as she rose from the bed. Jarrod ducked his head to hide his own redness at being caught again lest he give Cassy reason to laugh at him. She came to stand in front of him and he sat on the bed unmoving. “Oh come on now. We should have a few moments to ourselves. The next one probably won’t show for another hour.”
Jarrod huffed, “I somehow doubt that. Fate and I seem to be at odds today.” He stood in front of her and kissed her brow. “I’m going to the barn to do see if I can work the day away.”
Cassy chuckled as he rearranged his clothes before leaving, “It won’t make the night come any sooner.”
“NO, but it will certainly keep my mind off other things!”
He shook his head when her sultry words drifted out the door as he left, “What fun would that be?”
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Jarrod was repairing a couple of old boards in one of the stalls when Cassy found him. She carried some iced tea in one hand and a small plate of cookies in the other. He watched her warily and she smiled, holding up her hands, “A peace offering.”
Setting them down on a nearby bale, she found a seat on the one beside it. Wiping the sweat off his brow, Cassy was drawn to the small beads of sweat that had gathered on his chest at the junction of his shirt. Jarrod stopped in his tracks at her perusal of him and warned, “Don’t you get that look? You forget why I am out here in the first place?”
She stood up and began advancing on him, “You look incredibly edible did you know that?”
Jarrod backed up, pointing his finger at her, “Cassy, stop it!” He tried moving back but was stopped short by the stable behind him. With no where to go he reached out with his arms and grabbed her firmly, “I mean it, Cassy.”
Smiling wickedly, she shrugged from his grasp, and teased, “Of course you do.” He lost all his fight as her tongue found the sweat on his chest and began licking him. Her fingers eased his shirtfront open and found the sensitive nub hidden there. His head went back as he moaned in delight and she continued her assault until his shirt was hanging open and he was helpless to stop her. Reaching down, she rubbed at his swelled flesh and played with the cloth-covered sac beneath. “Oh God, Cassy. I need you.” Grabbing her, he turned her around and had her pinned to the stable his hard length pressed to her backside. He pulled her hair back and whispered breathlessly in her ear, “I think its safe to assume you have nothing on under this skirt.” His tongue flicked in and out of her delicate ear and her moans drove him on. “Is this what you had in mind?”
“Hmmm...Something like this. I’m so wet for you.” Cassy hadn’t lost her touch with words and Jarrod thrust into her backside as they penetrated his brain and went straight to his aching erection.
The fates were definitely playing with Jarrod, for at that moment Luke and James came striding into the barn. It was Luke that couldn’t stop from commenting at the sight before them, “Aw geez!”
Jarrod grabbed the top of the stall in a white-knuckle grip and Cassy wisely ducked under his arms and made a hasty retreat from the barn under the shaken looks of her two children. When their Father yanked the board away from the stall and flung it away, both men took heed and left without comment. Standing at the corral rails waiting for him to calm, they instead watched as he rode off on his horse. James shook his head and wondered out loud, “You know it’s strange. I never really thought of Mother and Father in that...light before. It’s rather unnerving to think of your parents doing it.”
“Yep,” Luke was a man of few words but he agreed wholeheartedly.
“I mean I know they love each other and all, but at their age...”
“Yep.”
James thought for a moment, and turned to Luke, “Kind of makes you hope that your own marriage turns out that good.”
“Yep.”
He stood thinking of his parents for several moments before his thoughts drifted to his own wife Laura. Turning to James, he slapped him on the back and smiled broadly, “I reckon I might just take the afternoon off little brother.”
Luke looked puzzled for a moment then returned his brother’s smile with a gleam in his eye, “Sounds like a plan.”
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Jarrod returned after a long ride and found the drive with more cars in it than when he’d left. The children and their families were beginning to arrive for the evening and he decided to avoid them for at least a little longer. He’d had a rather rude welcoming from each of them today and he was in no hurry to show his face. Sneaking in the back door, he hurried up the back stairs and was confronted by Cassy as she was coming down. Her finger traced his jawline, as she stood on the step above, “I ran you a bath.”
“Thank you,” said Jarrod, his voice unmistakably husky.
Her finger danced over his lips and down his throat as she added seductively, “I thought I might join you.”
With no other thought in mind, Jarrod grabbed her around the waist and lowered both of them to the steps, thankful that the back stairs were dark and narrow, making it difficult for others to see up or down. He kissed her with a passion born of need and soon they were breathless with desire. He knelt above her fondling and caressing her and soon his fingers were fumbling with the buttons of her shirt, anxious to get to the creamy mounds underneath. As he reached for his prize, a loud voice shouted from downstairs, “FATHER?”
Jarrod hollered back, his anger mounting, “WHAT NOW”!?”
Ben peered up the steps, surprised to hear his father’s voice so close, and as his eyes adjusted to the darkness he averted his gaze and spoke as calmly as he could, “Um...we were looking for the ornaments? They weren’t in the attic.”
Cassy sat up, and sighed with her own mounting frustration. Leaning over Jarrod, who was now slumped on the stairs, she spoke sympathetically, “Go get cleaned up dear, I’ll see what I can do?”
Jarrod just muttered in defeat as he wearily got to his feet and went upstairs. Cassy quickly rebuttoned her dress and spoke to Ben, “I moved them downstairs to the library. I’ll show you.”
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An hour later, the men were gathered in the parlor, the woman were in the kitchen fixing dinner and the children were running in and out of the house at every opportunity. Nick started up the stairs to the huge house and shook his head at the noise level inside. He had to admit he missed the sound sometimes but usually it only took a quick visit to Jarrod’s house to remedy that. He lived alone these days, unwilling to move back to the main house even after Maggie passed away. It was their home for over 50 years and it would be until he joined her. Nowadays he spent his holidays with Jarrod, Heath or one of his own children. He knew Jarrod had returned home today and he was anxious to talk over the result of his business trip. Entering the house he found the men gathered around playing a friendly game of poker. Luke looked up at his Uncle and grinned, “Care ta join us?”
Nick shook his head. Luke was the spitting image of Heath and played poker just as well, “I don’t think so kid. I thought supper was at six. Why ain’t we eatin’? Where’s your dad?”
Silence followed and every eye in the room darted to the study door. Not one of them said a word. Nick shrugged and headed to the study when James spoke up reluctantly, “Um...I wouldn’t go in there.” Not one of the men questioned James logic, having seen their Father pulling their Mother in there earlier, followed by a look of don’t you dare come in here.
Nick didn’t wait and opening the door, disappeared from sight. The poker game forgotten, Ben, Robert, Luke, Sam, Virgil, James and George all leaned in their seats to get a better view of the study. Nick was seen backing out slowly, his hat in hand and a stunned expression on his face. He stood just outside the door when it was suddenly slammed in his face, punctuated by a very loud, “OUT!!”
Turning to the faces in the room, Nick pointed to the door with his hat then to the men. He was speechless for a moment until James spoke up again, “Told ya not ta go in there.”
Nick put his hat on as he fumbled for words, “Um...I’ll...ah...come back later.”
James called out to his retreating back as he left the house flustered, “You do that, Uncle Nick.”
As soon as the door shut, the seven of them could no longer contain their amusement and the room was filled with laughter and tears. They’d spent the better part of the previous hour laughing at their own encounters earlier in the day and it was a delight to see their Uncle busted as they had been. Although, based on his expression, he’d gotten a much broader experience than they had. Emily and Susan came out of the kitchen as the laughter was dying down, “Supper is going to be ready in about ten minutes. Who is going to tell them?”
All eyes turned on Ben at once and he rose indignantly, “Why me?”
They all spoke smugly as one, “You’re the oldest.”
Shoulders slumped in defeat, he muttered,
“Tell me when nine minutes are up.” He
debated not telling them at all and just eating supper, but Mother would never
forgive him. Father might kill him, but
his Mother’s wrath was something he didn’t wish to incur. Thankfully, his parents arrived at the dinner
table with only a minute to spare and sat down without comment and after a
couple of awkward moments things quickly returned to normal. Despite the embarrassment of their intrusions
throughout the day, each of the children was warmed by the revelation that
their Mother and Father still held such love for one another. Reflecting on their own marriages, they hoped
for themselves such a future with their spouse.
The meal was loud as usual but Jarrod and Cassy seemed unaffected by the
noise. They watched their children with
pride and passed an occasional wink across the table thinking how fortunate
they were this homecoming included all the fruits of their labor.
Story 17: Above All Else
The two of them sat on the front porch enjoying the afternoon, when the car entered the drive. Jarrod recognized the government vehicle immediately and stiffened in his seat, his heart pounding erratically. Barely able to stand, shaking as he was, Jarrod watched as the driver got out and approached them. Cassy stayed in her seat, her face pale as she tried to deny what was happening. This happened to other people, not them. The man approached them and stood on the bottom step, asking in a solemn voice, “Mr. and Mrs. Barkley?”
Jarrod could only nod, his voice constricted by the lump in his throat and the growing ache in his heart. The man ducked his head as he held out the paper in his hand, “I’m sorry.”
Cassy refused to accept his presence and stepped off the porch, screaming as she pummeled the innocent man with her fists, “NO! IT’S NOT TRUE! GO AWAY! NOT MY BABYYYYY!”
Rushing forward, Jarrod wrapped his arm around Cassy’s waist and pulled her off the man but she turned her anguish on him, her fists striking his chest over and over, “NO! NOT MY...George!” Jarrod was too distraught to even feel Cassy’s blows and he released her when she pushed away. Turning away from him and the messenger, she squared her shoulders and walked into the house muttering, “You’re wrong.”
Jarrod, numb with shock, eased himself down on the steps and looked up once more at the man holding out the telegram for him to take. The man shook his head sadly and handed it over, “I’m really sorry, sir.” With no other words to ease the pain of his message, he returned to his car and drove away. The paper in his hand seemed to burn his fingers and Jarrod forced himself to open it. He blinked several times to clear away the blur and tried to calm his trembling hand as the words came into focus.
George T. Barkley...missing in
action...presumed dead.
The words ripped into him along with unimaginable pain and wrapping his arms around himself, tears flowed unchecked, the letter fluttering to the ground unnoticed. He began to shake in earnest and great heaving sobs tore from him as he sat alone, mourning the loss of his son.
Sam was on his way back to the main ranch when he passed the government car. His heart raced with the sudden fear that gripped him and glancing in his rear view mirror, he tried to convince himself it could have been an innocent trip. Arriving at the ranch, he found his Uncle Heath giving Luke last minute instructions as he prepared to mount the latest bronc and he sat for a moment, simply trying to calm his unsteady nerves when Nick’s sudden appearance by the car startled him.
“You gonna sit in there all day, Boy?”
He looked at his Uncle and tried to speak, but the fearful anxiety must have shown on his face. “What’s the matter, Sam? You look like you seen a ghost.”
“Did you have any visitors today, Uncle Nick, someone with the government?”
“Nope, been quiet all day.”
The color drained completely away and Sam’s trembling began anew, “Oh god.” Ignoring Nick, he pushed open the car door and yelled frantically at Luke who was standing in the corral. “LUKE! GET IN THE CAR! WE GOTTA GET HOME!”
Luke hesitated and Sam hollered anxiously, “NOW!”
Bewildered by his nephew’s behavior, Nick grabbed him as he moved to get back in the car, “What’s going on Sam?”
Sam was standing between the door and the car as he waved Luke into the car, “Hurry!” Turning to Nick once he was sure Luke was following orders, he spoke urgently, “I think the Army just visited Mother and Father. I saw the car headed out as I was coming in.”
Nick paled and pushed Sam into the car, “Go! We’ll follow you.” Turning to his own brother he shouted over the car squealing out of the drive, “Heath, where’s James working today?”
“He’s over in the paddock, sorting horses. Why?” Heath was clearly concerned but had no idea what was going on.
Nick’s voice wavered, “Sam thinks the Army just delivered to Jarrod and Cassy.”
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With a heavy heart, Jarrod grabbed for the porch rail and pulled himself to his feet. Taking a deep breath he wiped the wetness off his face and entered the house looking for Cassy. She was in the kitchen and he entered warily. When she chose to ignore him he shook his head, letting out a long breath before speaking softly, “Cassy?”
She turned on him sharply, “Don’t Jarrod. I don’t want to hear it.” As he tried to move closer, Cassy shook her head adamantly and grabbing a plate, threw it to keep him away as she shouted frantically, “NO! HE’S NOT GONE!”
Jarrod blocked the plate but it shattered, sending pieces flying, a stray piece nicking his forehead. He shook away the pain and reaching out for her, continued to speak in a sympathetic voice, “Please Cassy, just listen to me.”
The door to the kitchen swung open and four distraught faces stared at the scene in front of them. Cassy was holding another plate and Jarrod was bleeding freely from the wound in his head. Cassy took one look at the despair on her son’s faces and it all came crashing down on her. She seemed to lose all her energy and the plate fell to the floor as her fingers went limp. Jarrod grabbed for her as she started to collapse and held her as they both dropped to their knees in grief. The boys tried to rush forward to help, but Nick stopped them with a hushed, “Give them a few minutes.” They wiped at their own tears and left the mourning couple alone.
When they finally appeared in the parlor most of the family had already gathered and they moved aside as Cassy and Jarrod sat on the settee. Virgil immediately set about tending his Father’s head and was glad to see it had stopped bleeding. Jarrod tried to bat him away, but Virgil was adamant and there was no denying him, despite the despair in the room. Tears were shed and comfort offered but little could be done to tender the loss they were all feeling.
Ben was the first to speak, “It just said missing Father. There is still a chance he’s...alive.” It pained him to see his mother and father suffering so. They seemed to have caught up with their age since morning and the gray hair and frailer bodies stood out against sorrow they were feeling.
Jarrod hugged Cassy tightly to his side, “We haven’t heard from him in three months. He always writes once a week no matter where he is.”
“Well, things are heating up over there. Maybe the mail got behind,” said Sam, hopefully. He wasn’t any more convinced than the others. George had wandered carefree through life until he appeared one day saying he was joining the Army. At the time it seemed a way for him to grow up and make something of himself and they all gave him their blessing. No one could have foreseen the United States involvement in the War or George’s decision to make a career out his choice. When Wilson declared war, George was one of the first to go abroad. Even then, he’d managed to write once a week and although they sometimes received the letters two or three at a time, they’d never had to wait more than a month for some word on his whereabouts. Presumed dead...was hard to deny when they hadn’t heard from him in three months.
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Thousands of miles away a young man drifted in and out of reality. Each time he woke he tried to deny the truth of his injuries and it was easy to just let the self-pity consume him and take him back to the place in his mind where he was whole and life was good again. He’d spent weeks in the hospital, not even sure how he’d found his way there. The last thing he remembered was lying in the minefield screaming for someone to take away the agonizing pain and then he woke in the hospital, his life indelibly changed. Had he known the suffering his family was going through he would have written to inform them he was in fact alive, but in the vast network of paperwork and names, he’d been lost and presumed dead. Trapped in his own misery, it never occurred to him to wonder why his family hadn’t written. He had no idea he was even missing and there didn’t seem a way to tell loved ones he was no longer the man he was six weeks ago. For weeks he let the hospital staff take care of him, depression and loneliness his biggest enemies. It took a formidable young nurse to convince him he was still the same man he’d always been and after three months of wallowing in misery, he signed his discharge papers both from the hospital and the Army and left, feeling more confident than he had in months. He was no longer a patient or a soldier. With nowhere to go, and no one to turn to, he found himself returning to the only place he could...home.
It was a long journey from D.C. and he was anxious about seeing the family again. He’d thought about wiring ahead, but looking down at his leg as he balanced on crutches, he shook his head...there was no way to prepare them for what had happened. How does one inform loved ones that he’d lost his leg just below the knee and his days in the Army were over? Catching a cab, he decided that it might be easier to face his brothers first and gave the driver directions to the Barkley Law offices. George nervously climbed the stairs behind the driver, who’d graciously dropped his bags inside and now he stood facing the clerk, “Can I help you?”
George didn’t recognize the woman and he cleared his throat, “Is Ben or Robert here?”
“They are both in their offices, may I ask who’s calling?”
“Just tell them their brother is here to see them.”
Mary knew all the Barkley brothers and this one, standing before her in an army uniform, was unfamiliar. Realization came slowly and she covered her mouth to hide the gasp as her eyes misted over and she stuttered, “They... you...” His appearance had her flustered and she hurried from her desk to inform her employers they had a visitor. George was confused by her reaction, but it was nothing compared to the looks he received when both Ben and Robert stood frozen in the doorway, their eyes wide as they looked him over.
Seeing the tears in his brother’s eyes, George looked down at what he thought was causing them grief. He’d worried the whole trip about their reaction to his injury and he shook his head sadly at their reaction. He had no time to think on it further. Suddenly he found himself being smothered in his brother’s embrace. Neither Robert nor Ben had any regard for his crutches and they clattered to the floor and as his oldest brother grabbed him in a tight bear hug, lifting him off the ground. Tears streamed down Ben’s face, as he smiled, “You’re alive!”
Squirming in Ben’s arms, George tried to free himself, “Of course I’m alive. Put me down...I can’t...breath!”
As Ben released him and George stood balancing on one leg, both his brothers saw his injury for the first time. Their faces reflected their sadness, but it couldn’t overshadow the thrill of seeing their baby brother alive. Robert grabbed the crutches and handing them to George, flashed him a genuine smile, “It’s great to see you again George.”
Leaning heavily on the crutches, George looked at them both warily, “You want to tell me what’s going on?”
Ben draped his arm over George’s shoulder and leaning in, their foreheads touched as he spoke in a broken voice, “We were told...you were...dead.” George’s head snapped up and his eyes darted from Ben to Robert for confirmation. When they both nodded, George felt his head swim and he swayed dizzily. Robert grabbed for him at the same time as Ben and they guided him to a chair. Mary suddenly appeared with a glass of water for the very pale young man. A concerned Ben squatted in front of his shaky brother and dropped a hand to his knee, “You alright, little brother?”
George shook his head, confused, “I didn’t know.”
Patting his leg, Ben smiled, “Hey, you’re alive, that’s all that matters.” George could see the love in his brother’s eyes and he suddenly realized that it didn’t matter to them that he was injured. He sighed inwardly at his earlier misgivings and the time he’d wasted feeling sorry for himself. He should have trusted his family instead of dwelling on his loss.
Reaching out, George put a hand on Ben’s shoulder, and asked worriedly, “Mother and Father?” Ben looked up at Robert, and following his gaze, could see the sadness in his eyes. “What is it? Are they alright?”
Robert shrugged, “Mother never really accepted the news. Father took it very hard.”
George reached for his crutches, and said anxiously, “I need to get home. Can one of you take me?”
Ben stood, “We’ll both go. We can stop on the way and tell the others.”
Grasping Ben’s arm, George spoke with a quiet reluctance, “I think I’d rather go alone, Ben.”
Seeing the pain in his brother’s eyes, Ben nodded, “I’ll take you. Robert can bring the others along later.”
“Thanks.”
*********
Cassy and Jarrod were sitting on the porch enjoying the warm sun but they hardly spoke. In fact, they hadn’t spoken much at all since the telegram. They still found strength in each other’s company, but it was a silent bond now, each caught in their own sadness over the loss of George. Jarrod had tried to console Cassy in the early days of their mourning but she stubbornly refused to accept that George was gone from them. Missing maybe...but gone forever? No, she would never accept his fate until she saw it with her own eyes. Jarrod of course was more realistic. He’d been to war, he knew the losses incurred and how easy it was for a man to be lost. Loved ones were left to wonder about the unknown soldier laid to rest in an unmarked grave far from home. Standing up, his bones aching more than he could ever recall, Jarrod leaned in to kiss Cassy and said solemnly, “I’m going for a ride.”
Smiling warmly, Cassy chose to ignore the sadness in his eyes, not because she didn’t care but because it was too hard to admit the reasons behind it. It was a sharp reminder of their advancing years as she watched him shuffle towards the barn. A touch of sadness washed over her as she reflected on the distance that had come between them in the space of only a month. They hardly spoke at all, neither could find a voice that would put words to what they were feeling. Shaking her head, she watched as he disappeared from sight then went back to absently reading her book. While Jarrod was trying to deal with the loss, Cassy held steadfast to the past. Her thoughts drifted to George’s childhood, her heart and mind finding comfort in the memories rather than the awful truth that threatened to consume her if she admitted for even second it was possible.
Hearing the crunch of tires on gravel, Cassy looked up and squinted against the bright sun. Light reflected harshly off the approaching car, making it impossible to see who it was. With a hand to her forehead in an attempt to block the glaring sun, her eyes widened as the apparition stepped from the light. A gasp escaped her lips. Rising to her feet with some difficulty, her whole body trembling with disbelief, fear, relief and... love for what had been lost to her.
Seeing the pain in his mother’s eyes and they way it creased her face, George stood motionless as she stumbled towards him, her arms wide open. Engulfed in her embrace he felt like a child again and comforted by her warmth, buried his head in her shoulder and cried. Ben stood back, watching their silent homecoming with tears in his eyes, thankful for George’s foresight to come alone. His eyes drifted to George and a deep sadness welled within him at the loss his brother had suffered. He seemed to take it in stride but Ben had no doubt it was affecting him more than he let on. It seemed insignificant compared to the loss they’d already suffered and his sudden return easily overshadowed all else.
*******
Jarrod rode home and found Ben pacing the front porch. Giving his horse a quick pat, he made his way up the porch and wondered, not for the first time, when steps had become such a chore. Recently he felt every bit his seventy-four years and then some. Ben greeted him nervously, “Hello Father. Did you have a good ride?”
Shrugging, Jarrod eyed his son and asked, “What’s the matter, son?”
“Um...uh...” Ben wasn’t sure how to tell his father the latest news without shocking him. Rubbing his face, he took his father’s arm and led him in the house, “We have a visitor.”
Jarrod stood frozen in the foyer, his eyes unwilling to believe what he was seeing. In seconds he felt the trembling begin and blinking back tears, his world tilted and if not for Ben at he side, he would have fallen. Gripping Ben’s arm tightly, Jarrod gave it a brief squeeze before he released his hold and stumbled forward. Reaching that which he never thought to see again, Jarrod stood before George, their tearful gazes locked on each other. Leaning closer, Jarrod pulled his son into a heartwarming embrace and hugged him tightly, fighting the sobs that threatened to overtake him.
George struggled to contain the precious hold he had on his own emotions, but months of dealing on his own came rushing forth and he welcomed his father’s strong arms, letting it take away some of the horrors he’d seen over the last year. When at last they pulled away, both wiped away tears that had come unbidden and smiled shyly at the emotions they’d been unable to hide. Jarrod looked down at George’s leg for the first time and tears gathered once more. Refusing to let them fall, he wrapped his arm around his son and asked worriedly, “How are you doing, son?”
Smiling at the love in his father’s eyes and the warmth that enveloped him, George answered, his voice thick with emotion, “Better, Father.”
Grasping George’s head, Jarrod dropped a brief kiss on his son’s temple as he muttered tenderly, his own voice threatening to break, “Welcome home, son.”
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The evening was filled with celebration and George related his story to the family. His siblings, cousins, uncles and aunts all welcomed him with open arms and he basked in their protective embrace. Questions were answered, some better than others but he found that discussing his injury wasn’t as hard as he’d imagined it would be. While his family sympathized with his loss, they didn’t dwell on it and by evening’s end they’d come up with several options for a productive life, everything from inventor to liaison for the ranch’s many Army contracts. His future didn’t seem near as daunting as it had been, sitting in the hospital feeling sorry for himself.
Everyone eventually returned home or retired for the evening and after locking up, Jarrod made his way upstairs. A smile graced his face as he neared the top, thinking they weren’t near as long as they’d been that morning. Moving down the hall, he stopped at George’s room and found him staring at the sleeping form of his youngest son. He had no idea how long he stood just watching him sleep, thinking how wonderful a sight it was, when a warm hand touched his arm. With a shy smile, he leaned down and kissed Cassy as she settled into his side and they both watched silently for a few more moments before returning to their own room.
Cassy was about to slip into bed when she noticed Jarrod had found a place on window seat and caught him staring out into the darkness. “Jarrod?”
His response was a mere whisper and she could hear the sadness in his voice, “Hmm?”
Moving around the bed, Cassy sat opposite him on the wide ledge and took his hands in hers as she asked softly, “What are you thinking?”
Pulling her close, he had her shift until she was leaning back into his chest and he wrapped his arms around her as he spoke, “I’ve missed you.”
“I know. So have I. I’m sorry I couldn’t find a better way of dealing with...” Cassy’s voice dropped off. Even now it was hard to admit what they’d almost lost.
Jarrod held her close and dropped a kiss to her head. They needed to talk, despite the difficulty, even if it was to clear away the fear and doubts they’d been harboring for a month. His voice wavered as Jarrod began speaking, “I never want to go through that again. It was hard losing Mother, but I’ve never felt a hurt like that before. I felt an emptiness that wouldn’t go away...All I could think of was the life he’d never see.” Tears that had gathered in his eyes fell silently down his cheeks as he continued, baring his soul to the one person that would understand. His voice broke as he buried his head in her hair, “No parent...should outlive their...child.”
Cassy turned enough to crush herself to his chest, finding some comfort in the beat of his heart beneath her ear. “Oh Jarrod!” She could find no prophetic words to ease his pain or her own, he’d voiced all she’d been feeling with the few that he’d spoken. It was hard enough to accept the death of someone that had lived a full life, but to suffer the loss of one so young had been unbearable. In the quiet of their room wrapped in each others arms they mourned together, shed tears together and began healing together, taking comfort in the fact that they had been spared the inescapable grief that had seemed so overwhelming since George’s disappearance. They could move on now and leave the horror of it behind, hoping their children would outlive them so they would never have to suffer such anguish again.
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There were good and bad days for
George, but with the passing of time, the good outweighed the bad and he found
his way in life. His family suffered his mood swings and silently supported him
when things were bad and applauded his efforts when things were good. As per his Uncle Nick’s suggestion, he took
over all the ranch’s government contracts. His natural good nature and outgoing
personality won them several lucrative deals with the Army in the years they
did business. George healed and found
love with a certain young nurse who refused to let him flounder when it
all seemed so hopeless. More
importantly, he discovered that above all else, there was no greater love
than family.
Story 18: Til Death Do Us Part
It was hard to get up some mornings and lately it seemed to be more
taxing than ever. Today however was special and Jarrod slowly rolled over. Every bone seemed to creak and he cursed old
age. Rolling onto his side, his eyes
dropped to Cassy as she slept soundlessly and a warm smile graced his aged
face. Her face was lined with age and
her hair snow white. She was no longer the raving beauty of her youth, but
Jarrod couldn’t imagine anything more beautiful as he watched her sleep. Leaning over, he dropped a kiss on her brow
and spoke softly, “Cassy honey, it’s time to get up.” It took several kisses and more cajoling to
bring her from sleep, but Jarrod persisted. He was used to this. Every day took
more of her energy and he patiently waited for her to wake.
Opening her eyes, she looked up at him and smiled. Her voice was gravelly
as she yawned, “Morning.”
“How are you feeling this morning?”
“Good… I think,” she chuckled and Jarrod smiled back at her standard
answer.
Slipping his arm under her, he helped her sit up and waited for her to
get her balance, “Let’s get you dressed. Virgil promised to stop over before we
go.”
Cassy rolled her eyes as Jarrod slipped out of bed and helped her dress,
“I’m fine… really. I hate when you worry so.”
His hand slipped to her cheek and he caressed it lightly, “My prerogative
to worry. Besides I’m much too old to change my ways now.”
Her eyes shone playfully as she teased, “You are much too old for most
things sweetheart!”
“Touché,” laughed Jarrod. While
they loved each other dearly, age had a way of catching up and even though the
mind was willing, the body was lagging behind.
Time had tendered their loving and these days they were content with
light kisses, caresses and the comfort of each other’s embrace. Today was certain to be a long day and he’d
resisted the idea at first in deference to Cassy’s
health, but it was Cassy herself that insisted after
getting wind of it. It was difficult for
her to get around and even Jarrod had to rely on one of the boys to help her to
and from the house. All of the boys were
pushing them to move back into the big house with James and his family, worried
that one of them would fall, or worse, become too ill to summon help.
Both Cassy and Jarrod insisted on living in
their own home, enjoying the privacy it afforded them. They knew there would
come a day when they would be unable to care for each other, but Jarrod was
still able to do most of Cassy’s care and he
stubbornly refused to give up their last bit of freedom. His own advancing years made it difficult some
days, but the joy of lying beside Cassy at night and
waking up with her in the morning made the aches and pains worth it.
*******
Jarrod and Cassy’s old house was filled with
activity, ready for the upcoming celebration.
Ben stood in the foyer watching children racing up and down the stairs,
unheeding of the adults warnings not to run in the house. He smiled at the
sight, remembering all too well his own difficulty containing his excitement at
that age when it came to family gatherings.
Ben was glad that they kept the house after his
parents built a smaller one. James and
his family took over the oversized home and over the years it had served the
family well when they gathered enforce.
This occasion was bringing everyone home, all of them knowing deep down
that this would most likely be the last where they would ALL be there. Jarrod and Cassy were celebrating their
golden anniversary. Not unusual for a
couple, but for someone that didn’t marry until they were forty, fifty years
was a long time. At ninety years old,
they were far past their prime and the family was under no illusion that they
would be around much longer.
Because of the number of people attending the party,
most of it was held out on the lawn with Cassy and
Jarrod sitting comfortably upon a couch under the shade of a large oak
tree. After the initial celebration and
things had settled down, friends and family made a point of stopping by and
congratulating the couple. While Nick,
Heath and Audra were no longer with them, their children and grandchildren
joined in the celebration, passing along stories that had become part of the
family history. Times were difficult with
the depression, but thanks to careful planning they were holding their own,
only slightly worse for wear. Family
gatherings such as these brought them all closer together and strengthened the
ties that bound them together and made the Barkley Empire what it was.
George wandered over and laying a hand on his
father’s shoulder, asked, “Can I get you anything?”
Jarrod shook his head, “No. We’re fine for now. Thank you, son.” He
patted his hand, grateful for every day that his youngest son was with them. He and Cassy had
been more fortunate than most and despite their advanced years had never again
had to suffer the loss of a child. All
of their children were grown with families and grandchildren of their own.
Knowing his father’s thoughts by the sad look on his
face, George gestured at the crowd, and smiled, “Quite a gathering.” He chuckled, “Did you and Mother ever expect
to have such a large family?”
Cassy sat beside Jarrod
smiling, “No, but once we had Ben we wanted more.”
“Well, being the second youngest, I’m glad you did,”
chuckled George.
Leaning over, he kissed his mother and spoke sincerely, “I don’t think I
could have asked for better parents.”
Cassy smiled, thankful
for all the years she and Jarrod had together. It was an unconventional relationship
to say the least and one that was destined to be, despite the trials and
tribulations they’d endured through the years.
As much as they tried to deny themselves what was meant to be, they
eventually gave into fate and married.
They never looked back. Having
realized it was their destiny, they savored every moment, every child born of
their love and never wasted a day regretting the lost time. Their children were showered with love and
they grew up, never doubting for a moment the love their parents shared. Hearing the sincerity in George’s words, Cassy’s eyes glistened. “Thank you, George.”
They watched him walk away, and Jarrod squeezed her
hand lightly. George had manufactured
his own prosthetic limb, but he still walked with a limp, a grim reminder of
his loss. They sat in silence for some
time before the other children gradually made their way over and repeated much
the same sentiments as George had. It
was a wonderful day and they all shared stories of their parents love
throughout their lives. By day’s end the
elderly couple was ready to retire, exhausted by the days festivities.
A week later, Cassy lie in
bed, her breathing barely noticeable as Jarrod watched her sleep. The rest of the family was gathered downstairs…waiting. They’d said their final goodbyes, leaving
husband and wife to share final moments together. Jarrod’s eyes never left her still form,
hoping she would wake one last time. His
heart was breaking at the thought of her passing but this was one thing he
could not protect her from. He sat
beside her, gently stroking her cheek and thinking on their life together. It passed before him… their early years spent
chasing an unattainable need, the tumultuous separation, their reunion and
finally their marriage. He loved her
more with each passing day and he cherished the birth of each child, never
imaging he would be blessed with such fortune.
Of all that he had accomplished in life, nothing meant as much as his
life with Cassy.
She was his soulmate, the one that kept him
alive.
Tears gathered in his eyes and before he could brush
them away a small hand touched his cheek, “Don’t cry my love.”
Looking down, Jarrod tried to smile and his hand
covered hers as he leaned into her touch. “I don’t want you to go.” His voice
was filled with emotion and the tears he was blinking back fell.
Cassy gazed into his
eyes, smiling weakly. “It’s time, Jarrod.” As her eyes closed, her voice
wavered, “Hold me.”
Jarrod’s breath hitched and his heart pounded in his
chest, but he lifted her enough to slip under her frail body so she rested in
his lap. “I love you Cassy. I’ve loved you all my
life.” His voice caught in his throat as
he added in a mere whisper, “I can’t do this without you.”
“I’ll be here...” It took all her strength, but she
managed to lift her hand to rest it on his chest and her own eyes misted over
as she opened her eyes a final time. Jarrod bent his head and kissed her softly,
watching as a smile graced her face just before her eyes closed a final time and
she went limp in his arms.
He sat in stunned silence for mere moments then sobs
wracked his body as he held his love to his chest in a crushing embrace. Jarrod rocked her in his arms as he cried unashamed
and whispered endearments to her lifeless body.
************
The funeral was attended by hundreds, the entire
valley mourning the loss of a generation.
The family gathered at the gravesite, a testament to the legacy being
left behind. Nine
children, forty-six grandchildren and thirty-eight great grandchildren. At the close of the service, the children
remained behind, staring down at the gravestone with sad smiles on their
faces. It was the family cemetery and
they’d buried many before this, their aunts and uncles among them, but none so close as this. They
were hurting from the loss, but they couldn’t help but sense the rightness to
it all. There before them was evidence
of the love they’d witnessed all their lives…
Barkley
Jarrod Cassy
17 December
1846 04 August 1846
14 February 1936
Together in life…
….forever in death