Just a drabble I wrote when I couldn't get the thought of how Arthur copes after Allie's gone out of my head.
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The clock on the mantle was the only sound drowning the silence in the room where Arthur sat. The morning rays cascaded through the window onto the dusty living room floor. He couldn’t remember how long it had been since he’d swept. Maybe it was on one of Allie’s good days and he hadn’t wanted her to lift a finger. His eyes traveled over to the book lying on the table where she’d left it. The bookmark was still in between the pages she’d last read, about halfway through the cheesy romance novel she wanted to read to see what the fuss was all about. She hadn’t been able to read much in the last few weeks before her death, she’d barely had the energy to hold the book up.
He tore his eyes away as his head fell back against the chair, closing them before opening them again. They turned misty as he trained them on the single photograph centered on the mantle. They hadn’t been married long, he remembered. He could feel the warmth of the sun on them again as he heard her laugh about something he’d said, he couldn’t remember what exactly. Her smile came to his mind as a stray tear fell down his cheek when he closed his eyes to remember the day.
“Well you did it, you made an honest woman out of me. Happy now?” Allie smiled lovingly as Arthur chuckled.
“More than you’ll ever know, darlin’. Though why you chose an ugly old outlaw I’ll never know.” He laughed as he dodged Allie’s incoming playful shove, making him fall back on the grass, tugging her down with him. She chuckled softly as she gazed at him.
“Because I love you that’s why. And none of that ugly talk, cowboy.” She smiled brightly as she kissed him.
“Okay, none of that talk then.” Arthur wrapped his arms around her, returning her kiss with fervor. They stayed in their spot under the tree where he’d carved their initials, getting lost in each other as the sun set.
He opened his eyes to look at the photograph once more before turning his gaze to the window where he had a view of the tree, Allie’s resting place. He’d made a habit of visiting her every morning, sometimes he had quite a bit to say, other times he just sat in silence to remember. He hadn’t made it to her yet, this morning being harder than the past ones. Today would have been her birthday, and though he’d tried to push it to the back of his mind, he couldn’t find the willpower to do it.
After walking a ways from the house, he wandered back to where she lay, sitting down beside the still somewhat fresh pile of dirt where he placed flowers underneath her marker. “Brought you fresh flowers; the pickin’s are slim, with it startin' to get colder an’ all.” He removed his hat, resting his arms on his knees as he circled his hat in his hands.
Today would be a day where he didn’t have much to say, he could tell. He looked up at the sun shining through the morning fog, almost hoping time would freeze for a moment. He always spent the whole day with her on her birthday, and he’d decided he would still do just that. Better than being in that empty house, he’d thought. Still, the only other thing he could think to say was breaking his heart.
Allie rides up to Everett's camp, tired from the days ride. When see sees the mask he's wearing she can't help but giggle. "Who are you chasin' after with that thing, Osborn?" She runs her fingers along the tie in the back as she chuckles at his unamused expression.
Everett moves his head away from her fingers, turning to grab her hand and bring it to his lips. "Tryin' to see if this hides my identity enough so I can sneak into a race being held in Blackwater. A bounty I need to catch is supposedly there, and I want to scope it out."
Summary: Arthur is a barrel racing trainer in which Michelle and Allie are his students and also secretly in a poly relationship. A scuffle at a rodeo leads to some fun in the trailer.
Authors Notes: Collab fic with @horsegirl1h ! This started with a conversation about how both Allie and Michelle would be barrel racers in a modern AU. Somehow this fanfic formed out of that discussion.
Tags/warnings: polyamorous relationship, D/s tones, smut, some violence, sexual tension
The late evening sun cast long shadows across the outdoor arena. The fairgrounds were alive with others wandering around with their horses or turning in their trailers for the night.
Allie could feel the burn in her torso and down her legs from what felt like her hundredth practice run. She brought her mare to a stop after crossing the timer. Her eyes locked to the two beings who stood at the end of the arena. One of them walked up.
"That was good, but still a couple seconds off your last run," Arthur said as he studied her frustrated expression. "C'mon, you both need a break." Arthur nodded towards the direction of the horse trailer. Allie hopped down, Arthur's hand on the small of her back as she landed.
He walked Allie to the trailer and stood beside her as she began unsaddling the horse, the mare nudging Arthur to give her attention. Arthur chuckled and scratched the mare’s forehead before looking to Allie.
"Don't stress yourself, you're doin’ good."
As Allie finished untacking her horse, Michelle had sidled up to the both of them. A small smile crossed her lips, reaching over to pat Allie’s shoulder. “Hey, just breathe. You’ve placed multiple times before, you can do it again.”
“Just gotta control those jitters, sweetheart.” Arthur added as he offered the mare a treat, in which she gladly took. “Get some rest tonight, we’ll be up bright n’ early for the show.”
Allie sighed softly. "I think I'll turn in early then so I have a clear head in the morning." A relieved smile came across her face and she kissed each of them on the cheek before stepping into the living quarters of the trailer.
*****
The morning sun shone bright with the promise of a gorgeous day. The arena grounds were riddled with horses, riders, and spectators alike. With hundreds of participants meant a little bit of down time for the three of them after taking care of the morning chores.
They’d scarfed down a quick meal after making sure the horses got theirs. As they wandered out into the open, Michelle and Allie took a look at their surroundings.
"Now there's a couple girls here that are gonna give us a run for our money, so just keep your heads in the game." The girls listened intently as Arthur spoke. Other competitors had been wandering around the trailers, on and off horseback alike.
Allie looked past Arthur with a scowl on her face. "Apparently a run for our money for something else."
Arthur turned to see who Allie was giving a death glare to, and his eyes rested on another girl a few yards away.
She was beautiful; no doubt about that. Her bejeweled Wrangler jeans hugged her hips a little too tightly, outlining the curve of her waist. Her tank top sat low and the obvious push-up bra stood out against the thin fabric. Blonde hair pulled up in a high ponytail, soft curls spilling across her back. It was a "buckle bunny", who also happened to be one of the other competitors. However the way her eyes pulled toward Arthur, observing him as if he were a five star meal, set Allie’s teeth on edge.
Arthur took care not to meet her gaze, turning to give Allie a subtle but reassuring smile. “She can stare all she wants,” he whispered. “It ain’t gonna get past that. For now, just focus on outrunnin’ her.”
Allie nodded but Michelle tugged on her arm to keep Allie's temper in check. “I know, I wanna swipe that look off her face too. But Arthur’s right; we gotta focus.” Michelle said.
“Right,” Arthur said with a nod. “We can’t practice poor sportsmanship by throwin’ punches. Prove yourselves like champions.”
Michelle gave a smirk. “Can’t promise nothin’ if they try touching you, though. Then it’s fair game.”
He only shook his head accompanied with a slight eye roll. “Behave, alright? It ain’t gonna come to that.”
Allie couldn't help but mirror Michelle's smirk. "I'll do my best to behave, but I can't say I don't agree with her."
Arthur chuckled at Allie’s comment. “You two are somethin’ special, ya know?”
“Just count yourself lucky you got two women who are more than willing to throw some hands in your honor!” Michelle joked, and then glanced over at Allie. “Anyway, I ‘spose we should be tacking up now, huh? Almost time for us.”
"Yeah, maybe I'll outrun you this time." Allie laughed as she nudged Michelle playfully with her elbow, earning an amused smirk from Arthur.
"Alright you two, I'll see you both after you run. I'll be watchin' from the usual spot."
“Yes, sir.” Michelle said, offering him the two-fingered salute he favored himself. She wrapped her arm around Allie’s shoulders, fresh determination overcoming her as the two headed to their horses.
It didn’t take long for them to tack up and change into their show gear. The warm up arena was bustling with dozens of other riders, attempting to warm up their horses in the crowd.
Michelle has always been used to this; having grown up on horseback and began racing at a young age. A novice would be intimidated by this setting, yet she felt right at home. Her gaze swept over the crowd to find a decent spot for warm-ups, eventually spotting a nearly untouched corner. She turned to Allie and gestured toward the spot, urging her gelding to trot forward once a path opened up.
Allie followed not far behind and trotted alongside her for a bit. She took in the scene around her, adrenaline coursing through her. She lived for the rush she felt coming down the alley and the feeling of her and her mare becoming one as a team is something she couldn't describe.
Her mare knew the routine and she was already becoming excitable. Allie cantered in circles, switching the direction every couple of times. She slowed her down to a walk after a bit, falling back into place beside Michelle.
Allie loved watching Michelle run. Sure, she loved the feeling of running herself, but when she watched Michelle she was mesmerized. Although she'd grown up on horseback as well, both Michelle and Arthur had taught her quite a bit and she'd only improved from it.
Once the horses were nice and warmed up, the girls waited patiently while the others took their runs one by one. It was tough competition, the top times only mere milliseconds apart. Michelle was up next, and that familiar feel of adrenaline began to sear through her system.
Michelle approached the alleyway, a calm expression on her face while her gelding pranced with controlled power underneath her, head up and ears forward. Once his feet passed the gate, she pushed her hands forward. With an explosive start, her horse rocketed into the arena. Wind whipped past her as she approached the first barrel, turning it with ease before launching toward the second.
All the while, she heard Arthur shouting from the sidelines, encouraging her to run faster.
With the remaining two cleared without an issue, the run back home was her favorite. Everything has been a complete blur as her steed carried her across the arena at what felt like breakneck speed. As she crossed the timer and slowed him down, the high from the run lingered.
Clean run, beautiful turns. Her time was easily matched with the others. Michelle shot a smirk as some of the competitors looked on with jealousy flashing in their eyes. Passing them by, she returned to Allie’s side.
Allie could hardly contain her excitement as Michelle came back over next to her.
"That was amazing! I hope mine goes that smooth." She uttered breathlessly as the next rider made her way down the alleyway. Allie watched with bated breath as her nervousness started creeping in.
What Allie thought to be over all too soon, the rider crossed the timer and Allie got into position, giving Michelle an anxious smile. She repeated Arthur and Michelle's words in her head from the past couple days and let out a breath.
Her mare was more than ready, dancing and tossing her head a bit waiting for Allie’s cue. Moving past the gate, Allie moved her hands and the mare surged forward. She could feel the adrenaline run through her as she focused on the first barrel.
They went around the first two effortlessly, Allies eyes now trained on the third. She could hear Arthur's encouragement from the sidelines as she turned around the third and ran for home, her mare giving it her all.
Shaking from excitement, adrenaline and nervousness all at the same time, she made her way back over to Michelle and listened for her time, stroking her mare’s neck.
To Michelle’s surprise, Allie’s time was incredibly close to her’s with just milliseconds in separation. This made her smile, knowing how far Allie had come after coming to train with her, and under Arthur’s wing. She flashed Allie a thumbs up, giving her a wide grin. “Hey that was awesome! I think you might’ve even placed in one of the divisions!” she complimented, moving her gelding along the side of the mare to calm their still-hot temperaments.
Allies face lit up with both surprise and excitement as she took in Michelle's words. "That would be so awesome. I'm sure Arthur will be happy about that."
*****
Back at the trailer, Allie and Michelle talked excitedly about the outcome of their runs and how well they did while they untacked their horses. Arthur stood closeby, loading the saddles and bridles back into the trailer. As Allie started grooming her mare, she caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of her eye.
The girl from earlier that day had apparently decided she would try her luck by coming up to Arthur and getting too close for comfort. Michelle noticed Allie had suddenly stopped grooming and followed her line of sight where Arthur was standing.
“Easy now,” Michelle warned. “Arthur’s a big boy, he can handle himself.” though she kept her eyes on the pair like a predator. One wrong move and she’d have two cats to scrap with.
The blonde girl’s eyes swiveled toward Allie and Michelle for a brief second. It was as if she knew her actions were irritating them. She was giggling obnoxiously, angling her body toward him as she smiled and batted her fake eyelashes at him. Arthur seemed to be taken by the conversation, but from the way he stood made it obvious that he wasn’t interested. That however didn’t stop her from reaching out and placing her hand on his chest. He leaned away from her touch slightly, stepping backward and folding his arms.
Needless to say, the bitch stepped in tune with him, keeping the gap between them as small as possible. Arthur definitely seemed a little uncomfortable now; holding his hand out to try and dismiss her attempts to lure him. A sickenly sweet smile crossed her lips as she draped her hand across his exposed forearm.
An audible growl rumbled from Michelle’s throat. This bitch was crossing the line. Before her brain could even think, her feet moved forward and Allie was right alongside her.
“C’mon now, cowboy,” the bunny said in a sickenly alluring tone as they approached her. “Lemme show ya how a real cowgirl can treat ya.”
“No,” Arthur said sternly. He caught the eye of the others and shot them a quiet warning glance. “I ain’t interested.”
Allie caught Arthur's glance but by this point she couldn't hold herself back. She stomped up to the girl, mere inches from her face. "What part of he's not interested that you do not understand?" She clenched her fists at her side, her nails digging into her palms.
That smile returned to the bunny's face as she folded her arms, looking them both up and down with scrutiny. "And what are you? His keeper?" she challenged.
Allie saw red at her words and shoved the girl back. Michelle stood rigid, arms tensing in case something else were to happen.
As the other girl stumbled to regain her balance, a hot glare on her face for a moment before a smirk crossed her lips. “What’s wrong? You angry that you’re not as pretty as me?”
“Allie. Michelle. Back. Down.” Arthur hissed underneath his breath, placing his hands on each of their shoulders.
“Are you that insecure about yourself that you have to hit on someone who ain’t interested?” Michelle growled, ignoring Arthur’s words and folding her arms to glower at the bunny. “Back off, bitch. You’re not wanted.”
“Insecure?” she laughed in a disgustingly haughty tone. “Please. Look in a mirror. Y’all have a fine piece of a man for your trainer, probably cause you can’t find one yourselves!”
Arthur’s grip tightened on them, as if trying to physically hold them back from lashing out. “I think you need to go,” he said in a firm tone. “You ain’t welcome here.”
The bunny rolled her eyes, yet offered a sultry smile, dipping her head slightly to give him a sensual look. “Offer’s still up, cowboy. C’mon and ditch these losers, if ya wanna know how high society cowgirls like to play.”
And at that moment, Michelle’s entire body sprung forward in a flail of fists. It almost would have taken Allie by surprise had she not almost went after the girl herself. Her instinct told her to listen to Arthur's warning, but her anger was beginning to control her and she knew she'd probably pay for it later. Arthur shouted Michelle’s name, only to have it fall upon deaf ears as the spicy Latina whaled on the other girl. Her fists connected with flesh over and over.
Allie watched as punches went flying, grabbing the girl from behind trying to pry her apart from Michelle's unforgiving swings. Allie shoved the bunny back, knocking her on her ass. "Maybe you'll listen next time? Or do I need to give you one of mine for good measure?" she countered.
With her perfectly made-up face now swollen, inflamed spots soon turning purple with bruising. The bunny wiped a drop of blood from the corner of her mouth. She shot a glower of deep hatred at Michelle, who only had a prideful smirk on her face. “You absolute bitch!” she snarled, scrambling to stand up. “You messed up my face!”
“We’ll mess up more if you don’t high-tail it outta here,” Michelle growled. “I will count to three, bitch. One.”
As Michelle held up one finger, emphasizing it with power in her voice, the bunny only scowled.
“Two.”
“Fine, ain’t worth my time anyway.” she huffed, turning on her heel and storming away.
Michelle watched her leave, the scowl on her face remained. She cracked her knuckles, knowing they’ll most likely be sore later on. “Hijo de perra,” she sighed. “Wasn’t expecting a fight this weekend.” She turned to look at Allie and Arthur, expecting to see a look of anger or disappointment on his face. He instead had his eyebrows slightly raised, staring at the both of them in a look of wonder.
“Um, Arthur?”
"That sure was...somethin'." Arthur chuckled as he looked at them both, stepping closer to them and lowering his voice. "Why don't you two meet me back at the trailer when you get yourselves together?" Allie could only nod in response, taken by surprise at Arthur's reaction.
Michelle definitely was not expecting that reaction. The adrenaline and anger from the fight had died down to confusion. She looked at Allie’s equally confused expression and shrugged, trying to think of what was in store for them.
After getting the horses groomed and back into their stalls, the girls approached the trailer with slight apprehension about what was going to happen. Arthur didn’t seem angry, but he left them without much else of a clue.
They entered the living quarters and saw Arthur sitting at the dining table. He smiled at them as they stepped in, standing up to meet them halfway.
“What’s up, Arthur?” Michelle asked. “Sorry I started that fight…”
Arthur however, still had a smile on his face. “It’s alright, sweetheart.” He peered at them with half-lidded eyes. He reached to gently caress Michelle’s cheek. “Now, y’all know I don’t condone violence. Any other event and I woulda yelled at ya for it.”
Michelle stared at him in confusion. “Why didn’t you?”
His eyes turned dark, the smile slowly turning into a smirk. He peered over at Allie, lifting his other hand to caress her cheek. “You jumped in n’ defended me. I coulda handled it myself without throwin’ punches. But seein’ you both, all riled up for me, that was sexy.”
Allie couldn't help but to lean into his touch, sending a shiver down her spine. "You know how we are over you." She leered back into his eyes, swallowing hard at the dark gaze she found there. She felt heat rise to her cheeks and she became flushed at the realization of what was on Arthur's mind.
“‘Course I do, that makes it even better,” he chuckled. He drew Allie in for a kiss before passing over to Michelle. “So how ‘bout we blow off that steam?”
Michelle’s eyes widened, glancing over at Allie and then to Arthur. Excitement began to build within her. “Here? Now?”
Arthur nodded, his hand moving from Michelle’s cheek to her waist, drawing her in close. “I’ll try n’ keep you girls quiet, but I can’t promise nothin’.”
Heat brushed Michelle’s cheeks at that statement, but the ever-growing need that slowly filled her was beginning to take over. She leaned on Arthur as he drew Allie in too, his hands wandering down to their asses to selfishly cop a feel.
“My girls…” he murmured, enjoying the feel of them in his hands, earning a squeak and giggle. “Undress, please.”
As if a switch had turned on, both Allie and Michelle obeyed, stepping back to shed their clothing one by one. Arthur’s watchful eyes were on them, drinking in the sight of their now nude bodies, both beautiful and unique in their own ways. It wasn’t the first time they were his personal girls at the same time, and it certainly won’t be the last.
Arthur looked at Allie, smiling at her as he gestured for her to come close. She swaggered over into his arms, meeting his lips for a deep kiss. Threading her hands into his hair, she moaned as she nibbled his bottom lip. She could feel the tension from just minutes ago begin to melt away.
Keeping well into the kiss, Arthur’s eyes swiveled to stare at Michelle. His gesture was slight but easily understood. She approached him and unbuckled his jeans, sliding them down to reveal what lay waiting underneath. He was only half-hard, yet with Michelle’s mouth eagerly taking him, it didn’t take him long to become completely erect.
His hand stroked Michelle’s hair, while the other explored Allie’s delicious curves. Rough fingers feather-light against her soft skin, tracing patterns against the swell of her hips. He squeezed her ass once more before sliding down to her lower lips, discovering the welcoming moisture.
“Wet for me already?” He asked, his voice slightly disjointed from his own pleasure. “Ain’t you eager?"
Allie flushed at his statement and bit her lip before responding, her voice husky. "Doesn't take much coming from you." She rolled her hips on his hand, eager to get relief from the ache between her legs.
He chuckled. “Oh I know, sweetheart.” He teased her slowly, working his fingers along her center, sliding against the sensitive bundle of nerves. Arthur watched Allie’s face contort with the pleasure he gave. “Both my girls...doin’ so well already.” He praised, his chest rumbling with a deep groan. His other hand had a grip on Michelle’s hair, guiding himself further into her mouth.
His fingers began to explore Allie’s inner walls, curling them to hit those spots he knew so well. The moan she elicited was like music to his ears. Another moment passed before he pulled out, staunching her whine of protest with a soft kiss. He released Michelle as well, stepping back from her inviting mouth. Peering at both of them with a mischievous gleam, he gestured to the bed, where it sat in the neck of the trailer. “Climb on, both of ya.”
They didn’t have to be told twice. Allie and Michelle scooted themselves up and on the bed, facing him with expectant and eager looks on their faces.
“Allie, eat Michelle out, would ya?” He asked politely as if it were the most nonchalant question in the world.
Allie smirked as she looked at Michelle with an eager glint in her eyes. She moved to put her hands on Michelle's knees and spread them apart, laying between her legs. She ran her hands down the outside of Michelle's thighs, while kissing her way down to her core.
Michelle’s body trembled underneath Allie’s touch. Leaning back as Allie made her way down, a soft moan escaping her lips as a tongue slid through her folds. Her head rested against the pillows, letting herself melt into the slowly growing pleasure from her core. Allie hit her nerves with practiced precision, building another and louder moan.
Arthur watched, eyeing his two girls with a nearly predatory gaze. After a few moments he climbed onto the bed with them, taking position behind Allie. His hands smoothed against her back. His fingers found their way to its prize again, briefly testing before prompting her to kneel up. She did so, bending herself into his touch like a cat in heat. His rock-hard cock rested against the divide of her ass, sliding it up and down sensually before sliding himself right in to his root.
The three of them were in-sync, Michelle’s body arcing while Allie’s tongue moved faster, Allie trying to focus while Arthur fucked her slowly from behind. Michelle’s hands smoothed through Allie’s hair, whispering a praise of how wonderful her tongue felt. Her eyes swiveled up to meet Arthur’s lustful gaze, mirroring the smile that crossed his face.
He leaned over, kissing up Allie’s neck and nibbling on the shell of her ear. “Ya like takin’ my cock with a face full of pussy?” he growled, etching his marks across her back.
Allie could only let out a lewd moan as a response, gripping Michelle's hip as one hand came down to tease her entrance while her tongue still worked against the other girl’s clit. Allie watched Michelle's expression as she slid two fingers inside her, moaning against her when she felt her slick on her fingers. She picked up the pace with her hand, curling her fingers ever so slightly.
Michelle’s entire body twitched and writhed within Allie’s grip, trying hard not to buck her hips into Allie’s face. She uttered a swear, her hands digging into the bedsheets. “Oh, God…” she moaned, her voice trembling. “More, please.”
“Make her cum, Allie.” Arthur instructed, his voice low and breathless while he continued to fuck Allie, gradually increasing his speed. His hand reached around to fondle her tits, squeezing and tweaking her nipples, sending a deep shudder across Allie’s body. She didn’t object, moving her fingers and tongue faster and faster, chasing for Michelle’s pleasure.
Michelle was close now, tilting her head back to sing out another moan. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum!” she mewled, pressing herself slightly closer to Allie’s mouth. Within seconds her climax hit, a burning explosion that radiated across her abdomen and through her limbs. As the intensity ebbed away, her body fell limp, her chest heaving slightly with attempts to catch her breath.
“Good girls.” Arthur praised, reaching his hand to caress Michelle’s waist briefly before focusing on Allie once again. He began to thrust harder into her, using both hands to play with her breasts. “Your turn, darlin’. Lemme hear it from ya.”
"Oh, fuck." Her mewls turned into loud moans, gripping the sheets as she arched her chest further into Arthur's hands while she pushed back against him, taking him deeper.
Arthur growled as Allie pushed him deeper within her, and his hands gripped her tightly, driving himself faster into her. He was relentless with his pursuit of her peak. “C’mon, sweetheart,” he grunted. “Give me your pleasure.”
Allie's lewd moans filled the walls of the trailer as her orgasm surged through her body. She cried out his name as her walls clenched around him, breathless whimpers leaving her as she slowly came down from her high.
Arthur pushed himself deeply as Allie released her orgasm, milking her of every last drop before slowly pulling out. His arms wrapped tightly around her, pulling her upright and cupping her face to pull her into a deep kiss, enjoying the taste of Michelle in her mouth. He held it for a long moment before releasing her. “That’s my girl,” he rumbled, rubbing his thumb on her chin. “Now…”
He lay down onto the bed, smiling over at Michelle and caressing her face. “Ride me, my lil’ cowgirl.” he growled to her, running his thumb over her lips, to which she trapped in her mouth and pulled her lips off with a pop. She wordlessly followed his instruction, straddling him and hovering over his length, gripping the base and guiding him inside her, soon seating herself comfortably on top of him.
A soft moan escaped Michelle’s lips as she began to grind on him, her hips rounding in a smooth motion. Arthur’s hands gripped her hips, letting out a low groan when he looked over at Allie, gesturing for her to come over.
“Sit on my face, darlin’.”
Allie obliged, bracing her hands on the wall in front of her as she straddled him. Still sensitive from earlier, she let out a gasp when his tongue found her clit, throwing her head back and rolling her hips slightly against him. "Oh...god, Arthur." She whined, already trying to pace herself from reaching her peak again, wanting to draw it out as long as she could until Michelle and Arthur came.
Arthur gripped Allie’s thighs hard while he ate her like a delicious meal. The pleasure rolled in tandem with all three of them. The bed squeaked while Michelle rode Arthur as if he were a bucking bronco. Her high moans mixed with low groans and Allie’s whines, carrying through the trailer.
Michelle reached forward to rake her nails down Allie’s back, adding to the marks left earlier by Arthur. She gripped on Allie’s shoulders for more leverage, sliding her inner walls fervently against Arthur’s thick length. Her mouth landed on the back of Allie’s neck, sucking and nibbling at the skin. Her one hand reached around to play with Allie’s nipples.
“Let us feel you cum again,” Michelle whispered breathlessly, squeezing the hardened flesh between her fingers. “But ask him before you do.” Just as Michelle said that, Arthur freed his hand to slide a finger along Allie’s slit, toying once again with her entrance before letting her walls engulf it.
The plethora of sensations made Allie writhe and moan even more. She arched her chest into Michelle's touch as Allie's thrusting of her hips became erratic. "Arthur I'm...so close..."
Her whines and mewls became louder as she became closer to reaching her peak.
"Can I cum, Arthur? Please.." She bit her lip to distract herself as she waited on his answer.
Arthur’s relentless pursuit of Allie’s pleasure did not let up. He hummed to her in approval, running his fingers along her thigh in approval. His tongue worked harder against her clit, throwing her into orgasm at full force. The trailer was filled with the song of Allie’s climax as it overtook her body for a third time. Arthur drew out the last waves as his tongue and fingers worked the last of their magic on her. He teased her slightly, and her hips bucked in oversensitivity.
His mouth left Allie’s folds, peering up at her with an amused smile on his face. “Easy, girl. Take a break.” he rumbled, smoothing his hands on her hips as she trembled on top of him. Michelle released Allie and allowed her to get off. Allie leaned up against the wall, breathless and hot, for recovery.
With his hands free, Arthur’s attention turned to Michelle once again. His hands grabbed her hips, thrusting up hard into her while she rode him strong. Michelle threw her head back to moan beautifully and shout a swear to the heavens. She rolled and ground her hips sensually like a dancer.
“F-Fuck, Arthur...I’m gonna cum again!” she whined, her fingers finding purchase on his chest. Arthur sat up immediately, wrapping his arms around her and drawing her into a deep kiss. Her mewls were drowned by his eager mouth, her body trembling in his grip while her own climax washed over her like a tidal wave.
Once it ebbed away, Arthur removed Michelle from his lap and laid her onto her back. He smirked down at her, reaching for her legs to rest them on his shoulders. His thoroughly soaked length prodded at her entrance, teasing out a small moan from her before allowing her to engulf him once again.
He took a deep breath, thrusting slowly and deeply within her, dragging along her G-spot. As Michelle gave a moan akin to a pornstar, he looked over at Allie and smiled at her. “I’m gettin’ close,” he started breathlessly, “I need ya both on your knees when I say.”
Allie gave him a smirk, an eager glint in her eyes as she waited for his instruction. She lazily ran her hands over her body as she kept her eyes locked with Arthur's, casually letting a hand wander over to Michelle's chest to play with her nipples.
Michelle was a moaning mess beneath Arthur’s solid body. She shuddered when Allie began to play with her nipples. She could only look up at him while he fucked her mercilessly, her mouth open to form nearly incoherent swears. Arthur smiled down at her, drowning her moan out with a deep kiss while he increased his pace, pistoning into her with relentless pursuit of his own climax.
A few more moments passed before Arthur suddenly pulled out, hand around his cock. “Now girls,” He ordered, stepping down from the bed ledge. “Mouths open.”
Michelle rolled over immediately, lightly landing on her feet on the floor below. Allie followed suit, both of them kneeling down in front of him in a hasty retreat. They waited patiently, staring up at their master while he pumped his length. His half lidded gaze soon contorted as he reached his peak, releasing hot streaks of his spend onto their awaiting tongues. He stopped rubbing as they swallowed dutifully.
Arthur breathed heavily, the last of his seed dripping from his softening cock. He gazed down at the two of them, a lazy smile crossing his lips. “Mind cleanin’ me up?”
Just as he said that, Allie and Michelle leaned forward to carefully run their tongues along the glistening skin of his length. He twitched as one of them caressed his sensitive head, cleaning him of the pearl that remained. Once their job was done, they rose to their feet, though their legs were trembling.
Arthur gave a small smirk at how the girls struggled to keep upright. He opened his arms and drew them in, giving each one a deep kiss. Locked in a few silent minutes of passion, he pulled back. “You did wonderful girls, as always.”
Michelle gave a smirk of her own in response. “As per usual, Mr. Morgan. We don’t disappoint.”
Allie mirrored Michelle's smirk and chuckled softly. "The shower might be small, but I'm taking one if anyone wants to join." She winked at the both of them before strutting off to the shower stall, a sway in her hips as she went.
Arthur watched her go with hungry eyes, though he knew it would be a fruitless effort. “If that shower were big ‘nough for all three o’ us, I wouldn’t be lettin’ you girls go til tomorrow.”
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Ima subtly tag @verai-marcel for the idea of the silly ass title.
An Unexpected Development (RDO Fanfic, OC x OC, 18+)
Summary: A chance meeting in a St. Denis saloon leads to more than just a bounty hunt.
Author’s Notes: Hi everyone! @verai-marcel & @horsegirl1h teamed up for this RDO OC x OC smut fic to indulge in our own smutty imaginations!
Tags: RDO OC X OC, smut, D/s tones, porn with plot, some mild violence
Word Count: 3598
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“What the hell?” Everett mumbled as he broke into a grin at seeing a familiar head of light brown hair. Making his way through the crowded saloon, he found his way to a corner table and sat down, uninvited. "Hey there, lady."
Allie looked up to see his shit-eating grin and blinked, surprised at his appearance. Leaning back in her chair, she grinned back, using her hat to hide the sudden heat suffusing her cheeks. Ever since she had ran into him chasing the same bounty a few months ago, she couldn’t stop thinking about the time they had to share a horse when hers had spooked and bucked her off. The sensory memory of the heat emanating from his back and his muscles under her hands as she held onto him while they chased down her horse was forever burned into her memory.
They had crossed paths a few times since, opting to team up instead of competing, making it possible for them to take on more difficult but more lucrative jobs. And every time they met, Allie felt a little more fondness for the snarky hunter. "Well well, fancy seein' you here. You stalkin' me, mister?"
"Of course not," he replied easily. "Just came in for a drink." He waved down a waitress and asked for a beer. "You want one? On me."
"Sure, I ain't one to turn down a free drink," she said casually.
"Two beers, then," he told the waitress before turning back to Allie. "So what're you doing in this fancy town? Thought you hated this place."
Allie straightened in her seat at the mention of her past. "I do, but there was a decent price on a bounty I was tracking for a week or so and it ended here. I hadn't planned on staying long." She looked at him and couldn't help but grin. "What about you? Thought you avoided cities like this?"
"I enjoy a trip every once in a while. The drink is better," he replied as two beers were dropped off at the table. He looked around, his eyes landing on a drunken patron feeling up one of the saloon girls. "But I'm always reminded of why I don't wanna stay."
Following his eyes, she raised an eyebrow at the scene playing out near the bar. She smirked as she looked back at Everett, sipping her beer. "Leaves a bad taste in your mouth?"
He nodded as he turned back to her. “On to better topics,” he said, taking a swig of his beer. “I got a lead on a bounty I’m hunting. Pair of deadbeats out past Scarlett Meadows. The sheriff in Rhodes is paying quite a bit for these two.” He looked her up and down, a quick assessing glance. “Care to give me a hand?”
Allie grinned, touched that he thought of her. "You don't have to ask me twice. When were you thinking of heading out?"
“As soon as I finish this beer,” he said. “Gotta head out while the trail is hot.”
Suddenly she was chugging her beer. Slamming the bottle on the table with a loud thump, she stood up and smiled haughtily. “What’s takin’ you so long?”
Everett glared before downing the rest of his beer. “Decided to let you win. For once.” Standing up, he gestured towards the doors.
“How very gentlemanly of you,” she quipped as she walked past him and left the saloon.
“Happens on occasion,” he said, smirking with amusement as he followed after her.
***
On the trail out to Scarlett Meadows, Everett & Allie rode through fields and trees until the sun set, the sky turning indigo as they made their way up a hill. Everett stopped to check their surroundings before urging his horse onwards, Allie following behind as the trail narrowed. She found her eyes wandering over his broad shoulders, idly wondering how they might feel under her hands. Then she shook her head and tried to focus.
Everett turned to her and pointed ahead, then put a finger to his lips.
Stay quiet, they're up ahead.
She nodded. Pulling out her trusty Springfield rifle, she got off her horse and followed him as he did the same and snuck away off the main path. The full moon lit their way as they found the small cabin, tucked away in a small thicket. A dim light around the door was the only indication that anyone was home.
Everett snuck up towards the door and stood on one side, indicating for Allie to take the other side. Before she could move, however, the sound of a door bursting open came from the other side of the cabin, and a pair of voices rang out in the darkness.
"Go that way, moron!"
They could hear one man running left, one to the right.
Without hesitation, Allie ran towards the right, sprinting through the trees.
"Wait!" Everett yelled, but it was too late; she had already disappeared into the forest.
"Son of a bitch," he growled, charging to the left after the other man. His heart pounded, but not from exertion, and he had neither the time nor the want to figure out why.
Grabbing his lasso in one hand and LeMat revolver in the other, he chased after the man, not bothering to yell for him to stop. Instead, he shot at the branches near him, spraying him with splinters.
"Ow, dammit!"
Distracted by the shot and the splinters raining down into his hair and eyes, the man stumbled, slowing his escape. It was just enough for Everett to catch up to him, throwing himself forward and tackling the bounty to the ground.
"Lemme go! I didn't do nothin'!"
"You murdered the English language," Everett mumbled as he tied up the man, picked him up, and carried him back to the cabin in haste. He had to get back to Allie.
It wasn't that he didn't trust her to know what she was doing; she had proven time and again in previous jobs that she was capable.
He just… wanted to make sure she was okay. That was all.
Dumping his quarry at the cabin, he knocked him out with the butt of his gun before taking off to the right.
***
Ignoring Everett, Allie gave chase after the bounty through the forest. As the trees gave way to a small clearing, the man turned to the left, attempting to return to the safety of the forest. But she anticipated his turn, quickly lassoing him and pulling hard to the ground. Her chest heaving from exertion, she walked up to the bounty and kicked him in the ribs.
"That's for making it harder than it had to be," she spat as she leaned down to tie him up.
Suddenly the man was lunging forward, using his larger weight to throw her off balance as he wriggled away, trying to loosen his ropes. Allie stumbled backwards, losing her foothold and nearly fell on her butt, if not for her quick reflexes, landing in a crouch instead. She stood up just as the other man did, still tied up but upright. He threw himself at her, landing on top of her like a sack of bricks.
Allie felt the air leave her as he landed on her torso. Sensing her momentary daze, the man lifted himself onto his knees and knocked his head against hers.
Screeching in pain and seeing stars, Allie rolled away into a standing position and promptly kicked the man in the head.
"Allie!"
She watched another lasso whiz through the air, land around her bounty, and pull tight. The man was dragged a few feet, and Everett, bursting from the forest, enraged as he stalked towards them, stomped him on the head, knocking him out instantly.
"I had it under control!" she snarled at Everett as he systematically tied up the unconscious man.
"The hell you did," he growled back. He picked up the man and started walking back to the cabin without looking at her.
Fury flooded Allie as she stomped after him. "I was about to knock him out, dammit! Don't you trust me?"
Everett was silent as they made their way back to the cabin. She could tell he was seething, in the stiff way he held himself as they walked back. Holding her tongue, she waited for him to form a response.
When they finally reached the cabin, he dumped the man next to the other one and slowly turned to her.
"Would I have asked you to help me if I didn't trust you?" he asked quietly.
"I know that, but you didn't have to take over! I can take care of my own shit!"
"I was worried about you, goddammit!" Everett blurted out, his voice rising.
Allie was taken aback by his uncharacteristic outburst. "I…" She looked down, feeling a little chastised. "I'm sorry."
She heard Everett whistle for his horse. She did the same, and they carried the bounties out of the forest in silence.
***
The ride back to Rhodes was quiet, save for the occasional protests of the bounties tied on the back of their horses. Allie kept glancing at Everett, trying to decipher the look on his face.
She couldn't decide if he was still furious, or if it had crossed over into something else, something she couldn’t identify. She felt guilty for ignoring him at the cabin, but she was at a loss for words on how to apologize.
They carried their bounties in and collected the money from the sheriff, all in awkward silence.
Exiting the sheriff’s office, Everett turned to Allie. But before he could even open his mouth to speak, she interrupted.
“Everett, I’m sorry I worried you.”
He stepped closer to her, counting out her half of the cash and handing it to her wordlessly. She took it and slipped it into her satchel.
“Do you understand why I was worried?” he finally said quietly.
Allie looked away, ashamed. “I didn’t take down my target quickly, and put the job in danger.”
“You put yourself in danger.”
She looked up at him; his eyes watched her critically. When she didn’t say anything, he sighed. He took another step forward and took her chin between his thumb and forefinger. “Take more care of yourself,” he murmured. “That’s all I ask.”
Allie blinked, blushing from his proximity and his delicate touch. Hypnotized by his gaze, she had to swallow before she could speak. “Y-yes, Everett,” she said in a soft tone.
Something in the tone of her voice snapped something in Everett’s self-control. He dragged Allie into the nearest alleyway, pinning her against the wall with his body.
She gasped as her back made contact with the cold brick wall. "Everett, what are you—"
She was cut off by his lips slamming into hers. After a moment of shock, she responded by kissing back fervently and pulling at his hair. He moaned into her mouth, her fingers scraping against his scalp as his hands gripped her shoulders tighter.
“Allie,” he mumbled, his hands travelling down her arms, raising goosebumps where his fingers trailed on her skin. “I need you. Now.” Taking her by the hand, he walked quickly to the nearest hotel, knowing that she wouldn’t resist.
***
Allie ignored the knowing look in the hotel clerk's eyes as he gave Everett the key to a room upstairs. She just followed as Everett led her by the hand to their room. He opened the door and practically threw her inside, stepping in behind her and locking the door with a very loud click.
She tried to turn to him, but he immediately wrapped his arms around her. Her hands went up to hold onto his arms and she writhed in his grasp for a moment before leaning her head back on his shoulder. Meeting his eyes, Allie pouted. "You ain't gonna let me go, are ya?"
Everett leaned down to kiss her forehead. "Nope." His hands wandered down to the button fly of her pants. He stroked her front, teasing her.
Allie pushed her hips back towards him, turning her head towards him and shooting him a daring look. "What, don't know how buttons work?"
A growl reverberated in his chest as he wrapped an arm around her arms and waist, trapping her against his body. She could feel his excitement against her rear and ground her hips against him.
Everett's grip on her tightened. "You wanna find out what happens if you keep pushing me, kitten?"
She giggled softly. "Maybe I do, big man."
Making quick work of her buttons, Everett grabbed her pants and pulled down, exposing her drawers, lacy and feminine and short. He let out a shuddering breath as he pulled the ribbon loose and let his hands glide over her thighs as the drawers dropped to the floor.
With her bottom half bare for his view, Allie felt a sudden wave of shyness, but quickly pushed that down when she felt Everett's lips on her temple ans cheek. She leaned her head back and he greedily took advantage of his taller position, suckling on her skin, leaving red marks along the column of her neck. Wriggling in his embrace, she reached back and fondled him through his jeans.
The loud spank on her ass was startling and surprisingly titillating.
"Do I need to show you how to behave?" Everett threatened.
"I'm behaving just fine," she shot back.
His silence was unsettling as he slowly wrapped a hand around her neck. His other hand slipped between her legs, caressing the juncture of her thigh to her hips, carefully avoiding where she wanted him to touch her the most, despite her hips moving towards his hands.
Then he suddenly spanked her again.
She yelped.
His dark, low laughter in her ears sent shivers down her spine.
"Guess I'd better train you, sweetheart."
He wrangled her towards the bed and shoved her down onto the mattress. She landed on her stomach, and as she tried to turn over, Everett pushed her back down with a hand on her back.
"Lie still," he commanded.
Allie fought the hand on her back, trying to turn over anyway. She was rewarded with him grabbing her by the arm and lifting her off the bed.
She watched as he grabbed a pillow and tossed it on the ground. Then he pointed downwards.
"Kneel."
She glared at him. "Make me."
Everett glared back and wrapped his hand around her neck again.
She slowly kneeled down, watching a slow smile spread across his face as her knees landed on the pillow. His hand around her neck loosened, gently caressing her chin and her cheek before coming to rest on top of her head.
"Good girl," he praised as he ran his hands through her hair."Now take off the rest of your clothes."
Her smile was taunting as she slowly unbuttoned her shirt, taking her sweet time as she peeled it off her arms before flinging it over shoulder. Her sleeveless chemise was thin, the outline of her nipples clearly showing against the fabric. Allie slowly gathered up the fabric and pulled it over her head, revealing her soft breasts to him.
Everett took in the gorgeous sight before him. To have her nude, kneeling before him, almost made him lose it. He took a deep breath before stepping closer to her. Unbuttoning his fly, he released his cock, watching her reaction as he took himself into his hand and gave himself a few slow strokes. Her eyes followed his movements, her mouth open in surprise.
"You ever pleasure a man with your mouth?"
Allie only answered by taking him into her mouth, her tongue wrapping around his length as she worked him, up and down, teasing him with long, slow licks.
"Oh, fuck," he groaned, watching her head move along his length. "You tease."
She giggled around him, the vibrations shooting a pleasurable sensation straight to his balls. He couldn't take her teasing any longer; grabbing her chin with one hand and the back of her head with his other hand, he started to thrust into her mouth, breathing heavily as he took his pleasure from her.
Allie moaned around him, surprised by how turned on she was by Everett’s rough handling. His grip on her was like iron, his growls were bringing out an animalistic lust in her as she looked up at him.
"Go on," he encouraged as he let go of her and started to remove his clothing. As more of him was revealed, she sucked on him harder, went deeper, all to pull out the most delicious moans and growls from him.
"I need to fuck you," he finally gritted out as he pulled away from her mouth and dragged her onto the bed, shoving her onto her belly. He kicked off his pants and crawled on top of her. She could feel the tip of him nudging her cunt from behind, and lifted her ass to give him better access.
"You want my cock?"
"Yes!"
"Are you gonna be my good li'l kitten?"
"Yes, Everett!"
He stroked her back ever so gently, then shoved his cock inside of her.
Allie let out a surprised cry that turned into a long moan as he filled her up, his hips flush with her body. He stayed still, waiting for her to catch her breath, running his hands through her hair and whispering soothing words into her ear.
"That's it, there you go," he cooed as his hips slowly began to move. "You can take it."
As he began to speed up his thrusts, Allie let out a soft whimper. She felt his grip in her hair tighten as he fucked her harder, making her cry out louder.
A hand went around her mouth. "Can't be too loud, kitten. Attract too much attention," he murmured.
She nodded and was rewarded with a low, appreciative rumble. As he pounded into her, the bed creaked with each thrust. With the sounds of her stifled sounds and the wet slaps of flesh against flesh filled the room, they made a lurid symphony as they gave into their lust.
Allie started to writhe against him, wanting more. She reached down to touch herself, and immediately Everett pulled away from her, grabbing her hand.
"Nuh-uh, sweetie. I'm in control here," he snarled as he flipped her onto her back, dragging her legs off the edge of the bed. Grabbing her wrists together and holding them above her head in one hand, he stepped between her legs and pushed his cock back into her.
"Oh my lord!" she screamed as he towered over her, wrapping his other hand around her neck and started to ram into her with abandon. "Everett, please…"
"Please what, kitten?"
She tried to move her wrists, but his grip tightened on her. "Please make me come," she whimpered.
Everett smirked as he let go of her neck and reached down to stroke her core with his thumb. Watching her arch her back and lift her hips towards his touch, he chuckled darkly. "Beg for it."
"Please Everett, I'll be good, I'll do whatever you say, just touch me!"
His thumb rubbed her center with quick strokes, his fingers splayed out to hold her down as he continued to thrust inside of her. She writhed and moaned, completely losing herself to the desire that he was building within her, a fire that he kept stoking until…
"Oh, fuck me, Everett!" Allie cried out as she let go, the ecstasy flooding through her system. She spasmed under him, her arms and legs stiffening as her climax sent ripples of pleasure up and down her body.
"Beautiful," Everett murmured as he picked her up effortlessly, holding her up and pumping her on his cock, enjoying her helpless in his arms. As she trembled from the aftershocks of her release, he started to reach his peak.
"Beg for my spend, sweetheart," he barked sharply.
"Give it to me, shoot it on my body," she pleaded, out of breath.
Laying her back down on the bed, Everett gave her a few final strokes before he pulled out and spent himself over her soft skin, moaning incoherently.
"Fuck," he breathed before collapsing next to her.
Allie looked at him and smiled. "That was… Nice."
He raised an eyebrow. "Just nice?"
"It was pretty nice," she teased. "I might need another round to be sure."
Everett laughed before lunging on top of her.
***
Somehow, the rest of the day had passed in that hotel room. But soon, they both had to go their separate ways; they had people to meet up with, their respective posses needing them for bigger jobs.
Walking Allie to her horse, Everett helped her up into the saddle, knowing she didn't need his help. His hands lingered on her hips as she settled herself in, petting Shadow. He looked up at her for a few moments, looking as if he might say something.
"What is it?" she asked.
Everett looked down and away for a second before looking back up at her. "You keep outta trouble."
"I can't promise that." She winked playfully. "Guess you better check in on me and make sure I behave."
He had no words; he could only smile and wave as she rode away. He wasn’t sure if it was the sunset that made her look more beautiful today, or if she was always that pretty and he was too damn blind to notice before.
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End Notes: Thanks for the collab, @horsegirl1h! This was loads of fun! Up next are some more Arthur fics, so stay tuned, I’ll be back to my regularly scheduled stories soon!
Allie came back into camp looking a little worse for wear. Her clothes were covered in dirt, her shirt torn at a few places on the side. She trotted up the path, greeting Karen on guard duty as she went by. She hitched her horse, a mare she'd bought in Valentine against Arthur's recommendation. Allie had told him there was something about her she couldn't pass up and she had to have her.
He just shook his head and replied, "She's probably just as stubborn as you are." Allie smirked as he walked away, satisfied with herself.
"You really put me through the ringer today. Don't tell Arthur he was right." She chuckled softly as she patted the mares neck before turning to walk to her shared tent with Arthur.
She hadn't expected to see him inside earlier than usual. She'd hoped the light was dim enough she could avoid the questions she'd undoubtly receive. He met her gaze as she walked in, a soft smile on his face.
"Hey darlin' I was about to come search for ya. Trip to town go okay?" He placed his journal down on the cot and stood to kiss her forehead.
"Yeah, everything went fine." She returned the kiss and stepped over to the wash basin. Arthur stood behind her, running his hands up and down her arms. "You sure? What's that on your cheek there?" He nodded to the scratches in question.
She sighed softly as she turned to face him but avoiding his gaze. "The mare got spooked on the way back and a briar patch and I became good friends. When she finally looked up at him, she was surprised, and slightly annoyed, to find him smirking.
Crossing her arms, she huffed. "What's that look for?"
"Oh just that I figured it'd happen sooner or later, you two bein as stubborn as you are."
She rolled her eyes in half amusement as she turned back to the wash basin. She felt him take hold of her arms and guide her to the cot to sit down. "Let me."
Allie watched as Arthur grabbed a clean rag and sat next to her, wiping her face clean from the dirt and dried blood. She found she couldn't tear her eyes away from his even though she had them etched into her memory.
He hadn't noticed her staring until he went to grab the alcohol. Chuckling as he searched his satchel he told her, "What's so interestin' bout my ugly mug?"
Allie playfully shoved his arm with a soft laugh. "You're not ugly don't say that. And I like lookin' at you for your information." She swore she could see him blush.
He didn't look away from her gaze as he went to put the rag back to her face. "This one might sting.." He dabbed at the scratches gently, Allie letting out a small hiss.
"Should be better in the mornin'." He kissed her forehead once more before tossing the rag into the wash pile.
"Thank you." She thumbed his cheek before standing to change for bed, Arthur watching her every move.
"You get some rest. I'll probably be up for a while." He watched Allie as she lay her head on his lap, his hand instinctively coming down to stroke her hair.
She was asleep before he had a chance to say the three words he wanted to tell her the most.
The next day or so brought them into Twin Rocks. "Isn't this place a hideout?" Lilly looked around on guard as they rode up towards the rock face. "Yeah but I guess we'll hope no one's home." Allie chuckled as they stopped beneath the rock, looking up towards the top.
"Wanna climb it?" Allie grinned, she and Lilly both dismounting and walking towards it. "Sure why not, at least we have a better vantage point in case they are home."
The girls made their way to the top, catching their breath as they took in the view.
