Destined to Change

chapter 10



Cade



Holy f*cking shit! What the hell was wrong with me? I hadn’t had sex in days, and I didn’t even want to. I was sitting in my favorite hole-in-the-wall bar with an ice cold beer in my hand. The gals were hanging all over me. They were begging me to take them home so they could see my big “ranch”, but all I could think about was Loralei Harper. What the hell was the deal with that f*cking woman? Sure, she was hot as hell, so sweet and shy, with just enough of a wild side to totally get my blood boiling. Oh hell, I had it bad for that woman.

I had to work her out of my system. I surveyed the room trying to cull the herd and pick one of the lucky ladies to go home with me tonight. I had a lot of options, all repeat performances of course, but still great options. Alison was always a fun lay. Or Shannon, that chick was crazy in the sack. Then I remembered I had seen Michelle standing at the bar with her skin-tight jean skirt hanging low on her hips and her tramp-stamp peeking out for all to see.

Michelle was the lucky lady tonight. She was so f*cking hot, and it didn’t hurt anything that she reminded me of a certain blonde I was jonesing for. I decided it was time for me to make my move. It wouldn't take much.

“Hey babe, let’s go.” I leaned in and slid my tongue along that special spot behind her ear. I knew she would leave with me. She was always up for a night with me. She nodded and went to get her purse. We headed out toward my truck, and I decided I just needed to get this over with. I grabbed her and pushed her up against the wall, jammed myself between her legs and pushed my hand up her skirt. I found what I was looking for, a nice, warm, wet p-ssy. So what the hell was wrong with me? Why wasn’t “cowboy” excited? Usually by now I would be in and ready to ride. But I wasn’t getting hard. You gotta be f*cking kidding me? What the f*ck had Loralei done to “cowboy”? Shit, had she ruined me for all other p-ssy?

Michelle decided to take matters into her own hands, so to speak. She dropped to her knees, unzipped my pants, grabbed my dick, and had me in her mouth before I could say “holy f*ck”. That girl could suck the chrome off a bumper, but tonight it just wasn’t working. I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up and told her, “This ain’t gonna happen tonight, babe.”

“Did I do something wrong, gorgeous? Why aren’t you excited?”

“No, baby it’s not you. I’m just not feeling too good, nothing you did. Thanks for trying - you really did your best,” I lied through my teeth. I was f*cking feeling fine, I just couldn’t get that woman off my mind.

I went home alone to my huge ranch house. House, not a home. I remembered a time when it was the happiest home in the world.

When my mom and dad were still alive, my house felt like a home, now it just felt like a house. My parents passed away a few years back. They were killed in a car accident, hit by a drunk driver. My dad died at the scene, but my mother was in a coma for a few weeks. As the only child, I was expected to take over the ranch, and I did it with everything I had. I don’t do anything half-assed and I sure as hell wasn’t going to start now with the thing that was most important to my family.

This ranch had been in my family for decades. My dad, Cody Walker, was so proud of the changes he made to make the ranch run more smoothly. When he married my mom, Candy, the whole little town of Dexter, Missouri about flipped shit. She was a dancer, which was code for stripper that my dad met at a bachelor party he attended in Vegas. He came home from that party married to my mom.

By the time I was born, the town had warmed up to her a little. She still liked to wear her short skirts and too much make up, which my dad loved, but it got her strange looks at PTA meetings. I had the best childhood. My mom and dad were so in love. My dad adored my mom and he always told me, “Son, when you find the right one, you’ll just know it. Your dick won’t pick her, your heart will. Always listen to your heart, because your dick can be a lying bastard!” Yep, my dad was f*cking awesome!

So I was sitting in my lonely house worrying about my little lying bastard. I decided that I should have a conversation with him. Wow, I really spent too much time alone. “Cowboy, this shit is unacceptable. If you have warm p-ssy ready for you, you always take it. I don’t care what that woman did to you in Joplin, this shit has to stop. She is not ours, she left with asshat. She loves him and we have to forget about her.” Now that my delusional conversation with my dick was over, I decided it was time to go to bed.

When I woke up the next morning, I had a message from George Davidson from the cattle sale. I returned his call and was surprised and excited by his request.

“Mr. Walker, so glad you returned my call so quickly. I’m having a little problem with the cattle we were supposed to deliver out to ya’ll. There’s been some problems with the herd. They aren’t doing too well. We weren’t able to save ‘em all. I don’t expect to make the delivery for about five weeks. Would it be possible for you to meet me at Harper Farms to survey the remaining cattle and then you and Ms. Harper can decide which farm will get which cattle. I'm only asking you to meet me there because it’s a little bit closer to me. I’ll cut ya’ll a hell of a deal and even give you some gas money for the drive.” George sounded embarrassed. I kinda got the feeling that he was having some pretty serious issues at his ranch.

“I would be able to see go see Loralei...” was all I heard George say. F*ck yeah I could do it.

I said, “No problem at all, when do I need to be there?”

“The cattle will be delivered five weeks from Monday. I can contact Ms. Harper and let her know what’s going on and to expect us.”

“No, that’s okay, George, I’ll let her know I’m coming,” I said with a smirk on my face. You bet your ass she’ll know when I’m coming.

Five weeks - another five weeks before I could have sex. Damn, I hadn’t gone that long without a warm woman, well, since I was a kid. Loralei had apparently ruined me for all other p-ssy. I was going to have to come up with a plan to win her away from that asshat. And I had five weeks and a lot of pent up sexual energy to do it with!