Wild Times

Wild Times
By Misha

Disclaimer- Not mine.
Author’s Notes- This one is for my friend boneandfur. We were complaining about how dull BSC is and how Dick x MC would be more interesting than any of the canon LIs and it led to us agreeing to write our own version of the pairing. What can I say? I like the assholes. So, thank you, Phoebe, for encouraging me to write crazy crackships. This was fun. This is a ‘what if’, what if another cowboy rescued MC that day when her car broke down on the side of the road?
Pairing- Dick/MC
Rating- NSFW
Summary- When Summer’s car breaks down, she is rescued by a handsome cowboy and takes the opportunity to walk on the wild side for once.
Words- 3226

My car sputtered to a stop, refusing to move another inch.

I groaned, resting my head in my hands as I contemplated this latest disaster. After a moment I got out of the car and tentatively opened the hood of the car, not that I would have any idea how to fix whatever was going on. I couldn’t even change a tire myself.

I could hear my mother so clearly in my head, “Darling, that’s what we pay people for.”

However, I didn’t have to be a mechanic to know that a smoking engine was a bad sign. I groaned and pulled out my cell phone to call roadside assistance. This time I did more than groan.

“Fuck me!” I cried as my phone taunted me with the words ‘no signal’. I didn’t even know where I was, the countryside having all blended together a couple hundred miles before.

As soon as the words left my mouth, I heard the sound of a car and a moment later, a battered pick-up truck came into view, slowing down beside my car. Maybe I wasn’t screwed after all.

A tall, muscular man with red hair, mostly covered by his hat, got out of the truck and as he approached I had the fleeting thought that the ‘fuck me’ I had uttered might have been very, very appropriate. “Having some trouble, ma’am?” He asked me, his polite words at odds with the hungry, appreciative gaze that swept over my entire body.

“My car broke down,” I told him, “and I can’t get a cell signal.”

“I can give you a ride into town,” he offered, “you can talk to the local mechanic.”

“That would be great,” I told him, ignoring that voice that told me not to get in a car with a stranger. I’d rather do that than keep standing on the side of the road. “Where is town?” I asked curiously, as I grabbed my purse from the car. “I mean, where am I?”

He looked amused. “Right now, you are in the middle of nowhere, but the nearest town is Sweetridge, Montana.” He opened the passenger door of the truck for me. “Need a hand?”

“Yes, please,” I said gratefully, I’d never actually ridden in a truck before. Wow, sometimes I amazed myself with how sheltered I was.

His hands wrapped around my waist, lifting me easily off the ground and into the cab of the truck. His hands lingered for a moment, his eyes doing another sweep of my body. “I realize I never got a name,” he drawled as he stepped back.

“Summer,” I answered, “My name is Summer. What about you?”

He grinned. “Dick, Dick Mulligan.” He closed my door and then quickly reappeared in the driver’s side.

“Are you from around here?” I asked after the truck had begun to move.

“Montana yes, Sweetridge, no,” he answered, “I’m just in town for the rodeo this weekend.”

Rodeo, huh? So he really was a cowboy.

“I’ve never seen a rodeo,” I admitted, trying to imagine my mother’s face if I’d suggested that as an activity. “We didn’t have a lot of those in Boston.”

“Boston, huh?” Dick asked, “you’re a long way from home.”

“I’m on my way to California,” I told him, “I needed a change.”

It was the easy answer for a complicated situation.

Luckily for me, Dick didn’t press for details. “I hope you at least stick around long enough for me to buy you a drink.”

“I think that can be arranged,” I agreed, sneaking a look at him through the corner of my eye. He was definitely handsome and there was something about him… I’d never met a man like him before.

But then that wasn’t surprising, there weren’t a lot of cowboys where I’d grown up. Just a lot of boring trust-fund brats with exaggerated opinions of their own self-worth. I wasn’t sure I’d ever been with a real man before and maybe it was time to change that.

“Tell me about the rodeo,” I encouraged, focusing my attention on him, as I shifted closer on the bench seat until I felt the rough denim of his jeans against my leg. He glanced over at me, giving me a warm look. “What do you want to know, darlin?”

Everything. I wanted to know more about him, besides he had a deep, husky voice that I liked listening to. I imagined it whispering my name in a moment of passion and felt my cheeks flush.  

Dick apparently noticed because he grinned and then continued telling me about the rodeo lifestyle. Hist stories were enough to tell me that Dick had a high opinion of himself because to hear him talk, he was the best cowboy in Montana. I wonder if he could live up to his promise.

Eventually, the trees turned into buildings and Dick pulled his truck into a small garage.

A teenage employee went and got the owner and I explained my problem. He promised to tow my car into town and look at it. “Might be a couple days before I can fix it,” he told me.

I groaned. I had a feeling Sweetridge didn’t have a rental car company and that wasn’t really a solution. I couldn’t drive a rental all the way to California.

I thanked the mechanic and went back to where Dick was leaning against his truck waiting for me. “Bad news?”

“Just more of a delay than I would have liked,” I admitted, “I guess I’m looking for a place to stay.”

“I’m staying at the Motel 6, it’s not much, but I think there are some vacancies,” Dick told me. “There might be a B&B in town, I’m sure Asha would know.”

“The motel is fine,” I told him, pushing aside my inner doubts.

Dick nodded and we got back in his truck, his hands lingering on my waist as he helped me up again. “After you check in, maybe we can get that drink?”

“I’d like that,” I told him, resisting the urge to lean in closer and just kiss him now.

After a moment, his hands fell from my waist and he strode along to the other side and got back in the truck. It wasn’t long before he pulled in a parking lot.

My heart sank to my chest. This place…

“It’s not much,” Dick said, obviously seeing the look on my face, “but it’s cheap.” He put his hands in his jeans pocket and gave me a look. “I mean we can check out the B&B if you prefer, though they could be full up with the festival and all.”

I did prefer, but I shook my head. “This is fine.” The low balance of my checking account taunted me into making that choice because this is all I could afford now, peeling paint and all. Well, unless I wanted to touch the other account, but that one came with a price higher than I was willing to pay.

Dick slipped his arm around my waist, drawing me into his side as we headed to the main office. Instead of objecting at the presumption, I curled in closer, enjoying the feel of his muscular heat.

I quickly got my key, ignoring the knowing look the man behind the counter gave Dick and me, and then we were back out in the sunshine.

“My stuff is still in the car,” I realized, I’d have to get it later.

“We can stop and tell Larry to drop it off once he tows your car into town,” Dick offered, “now let’s go get that drink. There aren’t a lot of places around, but I know of at least one.”

I looked around the main street and then made a decision. “How about a more private location?” I suggested, “maybe grab a bottle of something and go back to my room?”

“I’ve got a few bottles in my room,” Dick answered instantly, pulling me even closer to his side, “you sure darlin’?”

“I’m sure,” I told him and this time I didn’t resist the urge to kiss him. I twisted, standing up on my tip toes to press my lips against his, not caring that we were standing in the motel parking lot.

He immediately deepened the kiss, his hands cupping my ass as he drew me closer to him.

“You taste as sweet as you look,” he murmured against my lips, “I bet you’re gonna taste even sweeter later.”

With that he pulled back, grabbing my hand and pulling me roughly towards his room. I noticed it was next door to the one on the key I’d been given. I wonder if that was a coincidence or if that was behind the look the guy had been giving Dick. Either way, it didn’t matter. Would just make it easier in the wee hours.

Once Dick had the door unlocked, he’d pulled me into his arms and kissed me again, his mouth hungry against mine. “This was my lucky day,” he told me, “just pulling up and seeing you standing there, like something out of a fantasy.”

“I’m real,” I told him, running my hands over the thick flannel of his shirt. I laughed, “even if it does feel like the plot of a porno.”

Dick smirked. “That sounds promising.” He kissed me again, nibbling slightly on my lips before releasing me. “I believe I promised you a drink.”

It occurred to me that these rooms probably didn’t have fridges and I was about to comment when I spotted the small cooler.

Dick followed my gaze, “you get used to living out of motels,” He told me as he took two beers out of the cooler, “you learn to adapt.”

I nodded and took the beer. It was cold, though that was about all that it had to recommend it. Still, I swallowed it down, reminding me myself that the freedom it represented made it better than any of the $1000 a bottle wines I’d used to drink. That improved the taste and I took another swig before sitting down on the bed.

Dick sat beside me, pulling me into his side again, his hands resting on my thighs, hovering at the edge of my skirt.

“You never told me why you were going to California,” He commented, “vacation?”

I shook my head. “No. I’m just… I”m starting over. I’ve had a rough few months.”

That was an understatement and there was only so much I was willing to tell him. But I guessed I could share the sad tale of my most recent failure.

“I lost my job, broke my with my boyfriend, and lost my apartment.” I admitted, “so I took it as a sign that things in Boston weren’t working out and I needed to be somewhere else.”

I’d also gotten tired of dodging the calls from my mother, the ones offering to clean up all my messes if I’d just admit that this “silly experiment” of mine was a failure and come home where I belonged. Oh, and of, course, “dear Jason” was still willing to marry me.

There was only so much I could take, so I decided to run away to the opposite end of the country and maybe there, I’d find what I was looking for. I didn’t tell Dick any of that, though.

“So you’re basically living a country song,” he teased, taking a big swig of his beer.

I laughed. “Pretty much, right down to being rescued by a cowboy.”

He grinned, finally discarding his hat. “Happy to help.”

He set his beer down on the floor and then reached for me, lifting me up to straddle his lap. “Don’t I get to finish my drink?” I complained, even as I got comfortable, enjoying the feel of the rough denim against my bare legs, my skirt rising up around my hips as I shifted.

“You can finish it,” he assured me, his hands slipping inside up under my tank top, “I just found something more to my taste.” Damn, he was smooth.

I grinned and took a slow swig of my beer as Dick’s hands cupped the lace of my bra, reaching around to undo the clip at the back. “This needs to come off,” he told me, lifting my shirt up. I put my beer down long enough for the shirt to go up and off, the bra following suit.

I picked it back up again as Dick’s hands grabbed my ass, pulling me closer to him, his head dipping down to my bare chest. “These are better than a beer,” he commented, before burying his head in my chest, his hands still on my ass.  I wiggled closer to him, taking a long swig of the beer and trying not to moan. I had a feeling there might be beard burn on my breasts later, but I didn’t give a damn.

I managed a few more mouthfuls and then struggled, trying to put the bottle on the floor without dropping it. I was mostly successful.

I ran my hands through Dick’s red hair, tugging his head upward. He took the hint, kissing me hard. “What do you want, sugar?” As he spoke, he caressed my bare thighs. His hands are rough, calloused from years of hard work. I suddenly pictured Jason’s soft hands and try to imagine them touching me like this, bringing me the kind of pleasure. It’s impossible.

I banish the image though. Jason had no part of this. Or anything. For the first time in my life, I was with a man who knew the meaning of the hard work and I could only hope that Dick played as hard as he worked.

“I want you,” I told him, pressing closer to him, so he got the hint. “I want to see what you’ve got, cowboy.”

“Is that so,” he asked, his hands moving to my waist and then the next thing I knew, he was flipping me off his lap and onto my back. I grabbed hold of his shirt, pulling him down on to the bed with me. The bed squeaked with the motion, but I didn’t care. “Take this off,’ I instructed, “take it all off.”

“Whatever you say,” he promised, giving me another kiss before pulling back and quickly stripping. I raised myself to my elbows and watched him. Damn, he was hot. He was all muscle under those clothes. I’d been missing out all those years, I should have gone and found a cowboy a lot sooner.

Dick grabbed a foil packet from his jeans and then got back on the bed, quickly pulling my skirt off before doing the same with my underwear. He slid an inquisitive finger in between my slick folds and groaned at how wet I was already.

“You want me that much, darlin’?”

“Hell yeah,” I admitted, all my good girl breeding flying out the window. I didn’t want to be a good girl. I wanted to be bad.

He unwrapped the condom, quickly putting it on. Then he posed himself above me, his hands resting on my hips, tugging me closer as he teased my entrance.

He let out a low curse as he eased himself inside of me. “I have to be dreaming because you feel too good to be real.”

“Smooth talker,” I teased, letting out a little groan of my own as I adjusted to the feel of him. “But are you all talk?”

The words sparked a dangerous glint and he began to move inside of me, his hands gripping my hips to give him better movement. I wrapped my legs around him, to hold him as tight as I could, meeting his every thrust.

His mouth was on mine again, his tongue demanding entrance. I gave it willingly.

It was fast and rough, but it felt so good. It felt wild and reckless. This was something I would never have dreamed about 24 hours ago, but it felt so right. I raked my nails down his back. “Dick, oh, Dick!”

“That’s it,” he encouraged, “let me hear you, let me see you.” I came apart under him, the orgasm hitting me fast and hard. His movements never stopped, he just kept going and even as the orgasm receded, I felt another one building, before it could though, Dick pulled out suddenly. I whined in protest.

“On your knees,” he whispered roughly. Ohhh. I complied, my hands grabbing the cheap wood of the bed frame and I needed it, because after a moment Dick slammed inside of me. The pace was rougher than before, but nothing I couldn’t handle and I felt the orgasm building right back up and I came for the second time and this time, I felt Dick give one last hard thrust and then collapse against my back.

He quickly pulled away and strode from the bed to dispose of the condom and tossed me a towel. I cleaned myself up and wondered what happened next, did we at least finish our beer?

As if he could read my mind, Dick picked up both discarded beers and handed me mine as he climbed back in the bed, he lazily wrapped his arm around my shoulders, not seeming to care that we were both still naked.  I relaxed, resting my head against his shoulder as I sipped my beer, which was even less appealing, now that it was slightly warm. This didn’t have to be awkward.

“Would I be a jerk if I said I hope it takes a while for your car to be fixed?” Dick asked, ‘because I’d like some more of that.”

“Would you now?” I teased, “well, I guess, if I’m going to be stuck here, I need something to do.” I let myself enjoy his nearness. I felt more at ease than I had since I’d left Boston. I knew when I turned on my phone, the mechanic wouldn’t be the only missed call and I still had to make it to California, or wherever, but none of that mattered right now.

“Well, hopefully, you can stick around and see me work my magic,” Dick boasted, playing with a strand of my long blond hair.

“Don’t you have enough admiring fans?” I teased, I bet he was a hit with the ladies. That body and all that charm, plus whatever he did in the ring and I was sure he never went home alone.

“I can always use one more,” he assured me, “especially one as pretty you.”

“I don’t know, will I be dealing with an angry mob if you go home with me and not one of them?” I teased, though I knew I couldn’t, at least shouldn’t, commit to anything.

Dick just laughed and pulled me in for a teasing kiss. “Is that a yes?”

“That’s a ‘we’ll see’,” I corrected. This was… I didn’t know what it was, but I did know I wanted it to last as long as possible and that I was going to enjoy every moment of it. Because whatever happened next, in California or back home, I’d take the memory of these days with me.

My one chance at being wild and reckless.

And the cowboy who was going to help me learn to be a bad girl for once in my life.

• The End