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Closer to Heaven and Closer to You, Part 1

Summary: When your boyfriend, Ransom wants to take a trip back home to the ranch to meet your family, you are unsure. Knowing that a rodeo in town could only mean your ex, Frank Adler, was most likely riding for eight seconds, still trying to beat his best friend, Steve Rogers. All you wanted was a nice time, not old memories bothering your brain.

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

Rating: explicit

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, unprotected sex, PIV sex, too many cowboy/bull riding innuendos, swallowing, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 4.7K

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“Hey, watch it,” Mindy pulls you out of the way of a group of rodeo clowns that were heading to the ring. “You always gotta have a watchful eye. You’re okay, come on. So we’re going to be stationed beside the fence. This isn’t some big time rodeo, so don’t get attached.”

“What?” You asked confused, trying to keep up with the fast moving nurse that you were going to be stuck with for the evening.

“Oh, don’t give me that,” she rolls her eyes looking straight ahead. “First off, get on some birth control. Don’t let these cowboys drag you down. Secondly, don’t become some buckle bunny to these local boys. You want to make it to the big time. Travel to the big arenas; Cheyenne, Arlington, Houston, ya know?”

“I’m not following,” she stops abruptly, and turns around. Her big doe eyes look you up and down, and she chuckles. “This is literally my first rodeo. I answered an ad. And here I am.”

“Yeah, they keep hiring pretty ones,” she was talking about herself like she was hideous. Mindy was adorable. Tiny little thing with bright green eyes. She lifts up her left hand, showing you her rings, “I’m taken. They stay away from me.”

“Who is they?” Her arm goes out to her side, and she gestures towards the backsides of dozens of men in cowboy hats, tight shirts, and tighter jeans.

“Bull riders. They’re a dime a dozen. They’ll talk this big game here, because they need a place to wet their dicks for the night. If they’re lucky, dumb, and have enough they go on to the next county and find them another one.”

“Buckle bunnies?”

One cowboy happens to turn around, and it’s glaringly obvious what buckles she was referring to. He had a giant silver buckle, bow legged, tall, and dangerously handsome, “And that one is the worst of them all. Stay away,” she smiles at him, and gestures with her hands to shoo, “Nu-uh, Steve, we don’t want whatever it is your peddling. We’re working,” even though she was talking to this man like he was a dog, she still opens her arms wide for a quick hug.

He extends a hand out to you with a crooked grin, and you reach yours out to him, “Well, hello darlin’, you look new here.”

“She is, and my help, go on with your boys. I’m sure we’ll see you and Frank later.”

“Now, that’s not nice. I’m not near as reckless as him. I can’t help it, he can never get the points that I do.”

“And you can’t help that he’s more charming than you. Goodbye, Steve,” she grabs your hand, pulling you over to the nurses station, and you keep your eyes ahead of you. It was like he was a predator searching for his next prey, and you were just there for the taking. Waiting on the sidelines for him to sink his talons into you.

“Steve is trouble. He is one that will make you fall in love in one night, and you never hear from him again, unless he gets another itch. The bunnies all go after him because he’s the top rider. Bucky is the one you go after. Sweet as southern tea. He’s going to make a real fine husband, but Frank…he has no quittin’ sense.”

“What do you mean,” you look back towards Steve and his friends. One seemed particularly taller than the rest.

“He’s gonna end up dying for a buckle. He won’t hurt you for another woman. He’ll hurt you for another ride,” the tallest of the group gives you a big smile, and tips his hat towards you, and your head spins to look back at Mindy. “Great. You’ve been caught hook, line, and sinker. Don’t let those long legs, tight ass, and smirk get you. You are here to work. You are not here to chase around some cowboy.”

“You never have?”

“That is beside the point.”

“Steve?”

“I ain’t never chased him. He found me. I’m just telling you, I’ve lost a lot of nurses because they can’t leave them be. Cowboys can’t be trusted. Find you someone who sponsors one. You get the glamor of the rodeo, and get the security of money,” she tilts her head, and blows a kiss at a businessman in a booth. “That’s my Johnny. He’s a representative for Wrangler, and he looks even better in them.”

“So…”

“Just say no to the cowboys, ya got it?”

“Yeah. Completely got it,” and yet you still find your way to look back to Steve and his group, and your eyes go back to the tallest one. He definitely looked like trouble, and you hoped that he was Bucky.

“We’re up,” Mindy grabs your arm, cussing up a storm. The both of you race to the side of the ring, pushing past the cowboys next to the chute, “Dammit, Frank,” she pushes the tall cowboy down in a chair, and he yells up at her, “Oh, don’t act like you don’t get off on this pain.”

“Well, I ain’t done it. It’s just part of the job. Don’t touch me,” he jerks his head out of her way, looking back in the ring, “Would somebody get my damn hat?”

“Frank, your wound needs cleaning,” Mindy groans, still trying to get to the gash in his head, but he smacks her hand out of the way.

“Yeah, and you’re rough. I want her to do it,” she shakes her head no, but you get that enticing grin, “You can butterfly a wound up, right?” You nod your head, stepping closer to him. “Usually Mindy here just straddles my legs to get closer to me.”

“Frank!”

“I’m just saying,” trying to prove to Mindy you weren’t some buckle chaser, you push his head back, and lean over him. “You got a name, sweetheart?” You give him your name, while you clean the wound, “That’s a real pretty name. You know you stick your tongue when you do that?”

“I do not.”

“Ow! Dammit that stings.”

“Alcohol usually does. Hold still, ya big baby. You’re acting like this hurts worse than being thrown from that big bull. You gotta death wish or something?”

“No,” his legs spread out even more, and he sinks down lower into the seat. Mindy, seeing you had everything under control, walks away, watching as the next rider preps himself. “You wanna know what the problem is? Why Steve always looks like the big time hero? It’s the draw of the bulls. You know what he always gets? Ole Blue or Kensington, the smallest ones. You know who I always get?”

“Ole Red or Blue Bonnet?”

“She’s got jokes,” he chuckles, stilling while you butterfly his cut. “No, his name is the Hornet. He’s the biggest and meanest, and I still get my eight seconds, so I’m not too concerned. It’d be nice to start winning every once in a while though. Steve gets it easy, and the crowd loves him. I get it hard, but I got loyal fans.”

“The ones that follow you to your hotel after a ride?”

Someone hands Frank his hat, and you remove your gloves, giving him a knowing look, “You've been talking to Mindy too much. Trust me, I got more rides in me than on a bull. I ride horses, too. Used to ride sheep. I don’t get a girl in every city.”

“Oh? You get one and make her chase you around?”

“I’ll let you know when I find one,” before you realize what was happening, someone bumps into you, knocking you straight into Frank’s lap. “I got cha. You gonna need a bandage, darling?”

“No. I’m good.”

“Gotta watch these rough riders. They just don’t know when to pay attention to a lady in their way.”

“Are you a rough rider, Frank?”

“I caught ya, didn’t? I’d say I’m a gentle rider, but all kinds of fun. I’m not who you think I am. And I’m far from what Mindy says I am,” he was definitely cute. This must have been the charm she was talking about. It wasn’t just those tight jeans, there was this sweetness under his shameless flirting.

“She says you’re reckless.”

“Well, that I am. But I ain’t Steve. I ain’t got the time or patience to deal with those,” you give him a head nod, starting to walk back to your post. “Do I get your number or something? I’m also clumsy. It might be nice to have someone patch me up. You did such a good job. I don’t even feel it.”

“I hope you score well tonight, Frank,” you were currently walking backwards. You didn’t want to fall for him, but you figured it was too late. It had been too long since you even talked to a guy, much less one that looked that good in jeans, and knew how to handle a horse, in his case a bull, too.

“I’d score better if I got a number!” You bite your lip, shaking your head no. “You going to the next county?”

“She is Frank. Get to the chute, it’s Bucky’s turn,” Frank puts his hat on his head, giving you a quick nod, before walking off. He was making sure you saw just how good he looked in them jeans, and Mindy made sure you knew that she saw you looking. Giving you a whack in the back of your head, “Don’t fall in love with a cowboy.”

“You said that he…”

“I know what I said, and I stick behind it. I’m saying that is your kryptonite. Stay away. You’re going on tour with me. And I like you. That was clean work on Frank. You’re just easily distracted.”

“Does he always get hurt?”

“Just about every damn rodeo. He can’t gracefully fall off the bull. He makes sure it’s dramatic as hell. Remember…”

“Got it,” you take a drink from your water bottle, glancing over at Frank, Steve, and Bucky. Frank should have been helping tie Bucky’s hand off, but he kept glancing back at you, “What about having some fun with him?”

“You think you can have fun with Frank and not fall in love? Not fall for that sweet accent, and charming smile?”

No, you didn’t. You were already too far gone. Already distracted by the man with blue green eyes. A tall drink of water that you wouldn’t mind seeing after the rodeo. Mindy knew it, too. Knew that Frank had found him a girl that was easy to follow him around from show to show, because that’s exactly what you were going to be doing. Steve loved the draw of a girl coming to him. Bucky was too shy to even consider talking to a girl. While Frank, if it wasn’t for his penchant for painful behavior to himself, would have been the one. He didn’t break hearts, he broke bones.

“Mhmm…already gone.”

“Shut up.”

“Here,” she gives you a quarter and starts laughing. “Keep this in between your legs. If it falls while you're around him, you’re in trouble,” you toss quarter at her, and try to watch Bucky. It was your job description to watch him. Ready to assist where you could, but you were failing. Frank had already got your attention.

“I’m serious.”

“I’m fine.”

“Mmm,” his lips kiss up your stomach, and between the spears of your tits. Kissing up your neck, giving your jaw a little nibble, before his body hovers over you, “Ransom, what are you doing?”

“Morning to you, too, Buns. I was just trying to be sexy and romantic.”

“If we weren’t having dinner with your parents today it would be,” he sits up, still having his knees on either of you, but nods his head. “Ran, I didn’t mean it like that.”

“No, you’re right. We’ve had this conversation. I wished Harlan was my father, but unfortunately I got stuck with Linda and Richard. But, I have a very important question to ask Greatnana. And you are going to wear the pretty little dress that I bought just for the occasion,” you try and open your mouth, but he places his whole hand over it. “And, in a few weeks we’re going to Montana.”

“Why are we doing that again?”

“You miss your family. You talk about that place nonstop.”

“I do love it here.”

“You love the estate. Love not having anyone around. And then my parents show up, and you get all feisty and cute, because they call you the help,” you roll your eyes, but still give him the softest smile. “I don’t tell you enough, but I’m glad you came here. I don’t know what I would have done had you not been here for Harlan. You acted fast.”

“And you fell in love,” his hands go to your side, and he starts tickling you. Making your body thrash around, and he knew how much you loathe tickling. If it wasn’t for his sweet little face, laughing along with you, it would be much more annoying. “You did.”

He stops abruptly, and starts sinking lower on you again, “As did you, Bunny. If I recall you fell asleep on my shoulder. You held my hand. I never had anyone that comforted me.”

“You needed it. And I couldn’t just leave Harlan. I had to make sure those nurses knew what they were doing. They weren’t. I told them he was already on blood thinners, and that they had to chase his veins.”

“And I thank you for that. Gave him round the clock care, without pay,” you glare up at him. You most definitely did get paid. Your rent was paid for the whole year. “You didn’t have money in your hand.”

“I did get a date out of that stay.”

“You did. I’m so glad you asked. And I’m also so glad that I got to realize that I can go out to eat and not even spend a hundred dollars. And that’s with drinks and dessert.”

“We’ve upgraded to appetizers, too,” you give him a little reminder. He loved your morning giggles. Was addicted to them. His mornings with you were always so special. A bit sexy, but mostly it was just sweet. The two of you together, alone for the moment, before a dual shower, to save water of course, and head to the estate. Ransom opted not to work at the office as much since you had started working there.

“Speaking of which, is there a Longhorn in Montana?”

“Yes,” you give him a little smack to his arm, and he dramatically flops over on his back. “Come on, let’s get our shower.”

“Can we get a quickie in at lunch time? I know just the place we haven’t tried.”

“I have to be presentable for dinner with Mr. and Mrs. Drysdale.”

“Those two ruin everything.”

“How about I give you road head on the way home?” Pulling you over top of him, he gives you a kiss to your nose, and then your lip.

“I’d love that,” he whispers in your mouth. “And I love you.”

“And I love you, Ransom. Come on, shower. Harlan and I need our coffees.”

“Ransom needs his coffee, too.”

“Hey, I caught up with you,” Frank jogs up behind you, while you finally load your final bag into your car, and slam the trunk closed. “Am I going to see you in the next county?”

“Seeing how I signed a contract, yes. You’ll be graced with my presence for the next few months. What are you needing, Frank?”

“You remembered my name,” ugh, it was slightly infuriating the way the man looked with his mud covered clothes, sweaty skin, and popped up cowboy hat, trying to avoid his wound that you had patched up earlier. You start to head into your car, and he chases after you, opening the door for you, “I was wondering, I mean…the boys and I usually find us some bar to go to after rides, and there’s usually dancing. Would you want to go?”

“You’re asking me to dance with you, and your clothes are all dirty? You sure know how to make a woman swoon,” backing yourself into the car, you smile at him. Needing to close your door, but he still held on. “Frank, give me my door.”

“You didn’t say no.”

“Didn’t say yes either.”

He gives you a chuckle, his eyes looking down at his worn state. “What if I took a shower? Got all freshened up. The beer at these bars is usually stale, but the music is decent. We got us a hotel room down the road from the bar. It’s in walking distance,” you scoff, pulling at the door even harder, “That’s not what I meant. Honestly.”

“If you want someone to chase your buckle around, I’m sure there’s plenty.”

“I done told you, I don’t want no buckle chasing bunny. If I did, I wouldn’t be offering to buy you cheap beer, willing to dance out in public with you. Bunnies are good for one thing. You’re not that,” he lets your door go, closing it for you. “It’s the Wild Horse. Just come on by. It’d be nice to see you in something besides scrubs.”

“Goodbye, Frank.”

“You still didn’t say no,” you didn’t. And maybe you were crazy or a glutton for punishment, but you wanted to see him out of those chaps. Wondered if he wore the hat out in public, too, or if he wore something different. You had too many thoughts running in your mind, but you were curious.

“I know that look,” Mindy leans in your open window. “Did you learn nothing?”

“No,” you pout at her. He was cute, no he was hot. And while it was silly, could it be so bad. “Is he that bad of a guy?”

“No. He’s honestly not. Just remember, his first love is the rodeo. If you’re wanting to tame him and have your ranch and family with him, I’d say you need to just walk away. It would take a special woman for Frank to stop this life.”

“I just don’t want to go back to my hotel alone, and sit there watching reruns of some show that I’m not even paying attention to,” it was innocent enough and true. You just wanted to have fun. Do things you hadn’t done before. That was the purpose of this job. You wanted to see what was out there, even if it was from a rodeo.

“Don’t get your heart set on changing the man, and you’ll be fine.”

Steve kicks at Frank’s chair, the man hadn’t stopped staring at the door. A steady round of pitchers of beer kept his belly full. But he was hoping you showed up. “Let’s play pool.”

“Don’t want to.”

“Darts? You haven’t played darts in a while.”

“Nope,” Steve looks over at Bucky who hadn’t stopped dancing with a girl he met at the bar. She thought it was going to be more than that. That Bucky was going to get in a heated kiss and take her to their hotel room. He wouldn’t. Bucky was a hopeless romantic, and one night stands never happened with him.

“You’re killing my vibe.”

Frank looks over at Steve glaring. “Go find you someone to fuck in the bathroom.”

“Already have. Found one that wants a threesome, and Bucky don’t…”

“No.”

“Dammit,” Steve throws his head back whining, “Why are you sitting here waiting on that damn nurse. She didn’t seem interested.”

“Yeah, she did.”

“Okay. She was interested. Where is she now?” Frank gets the biggest smile on his face as you walk through the door. Your eyes move around the smoky atmosphere in search of Frank, while Steve groans. “Have your fun. Maybe we can talk her into some switching action.”

“No. Go find fuck number two. I’m going to dance,” Steve and Frank both stand up, and it isn’t long until some pink manicured hand is rubbing on Steve’s belt, but Frank sees nothing, but you. Meeting you beside the bar.

“What’re you drinking?” He asks with a smile.

“Already ordered a double shot of Jack.”

“Ooh, she’s ballsy. Put her on my tab,” the bartender slides your cup in front of you, acknowledging what Frank had said. “Was beginning to think you weren’t going to show.”

“I was beginning to think the same thing,” you nervously laugh, ready to get another drink when yours is finished, but Frank starts pulling you out to the dance floor. “What are you doing?”

“You came to dance. Besides, alcohol impairs your thought process. I don’t want that.”

“Why’s that,” his hands touch your hips, bringing you closer to him, and you want more. You hadn’t been with anyone since you started nursing school.

“I just want you to be fully aware of me,” even with a ball cap on, Frank was still attractive. He didn’t flash a buckle around or a cowboy hat in search of someone who knew who he was or what he did, unlike Steve. He was proud of the fact that he was a bull rider, and loved to show it off. Frank looked like an average man. With long legs, and the cutest ass. He was a dream. A sinful little dream.

Frank struggles to find his keycard with the way you were kissing all over his neck. Pulling out his shirt, and your fingers rub over his lower abs. “Hold on…stop…dammit, I can’t,” he finally opens the door, undoes his belt, ripping it out of the loops before placing it on the door handle, and pulls you inside.

Walking you to the bed furthest from the door, and you see that pretty white cowboy hat. Pushing him onto the bed, you grab it up, getting a few tongue clicks from him, and you cock up your eyebrow. “You gotta earn the hat ma’am.”

“How do I earn it?”

“You gotta….gotta ride a bull and try not to get bucked off,” pulling off the straps to your sundress, you let it sink to the floor, and Frank yips. “That…that’s a start.”

“You gonna show me how to do an eight second ride?”

“Shit, I hope this lasts longer than eight seconds.”

“Frank, take off your clothes,” his fingers start unbuttoning his shirt, before it’s enough to pull over his head. And he stands, tripping out of his jeans. Boxer briefs were your favorite, and those white ones were leaving nothing to the imagination. “All of it,” unhooking your bra, you toss it into the floor, and walk out of your panties just as Frank discards his briefs. “Can I wear the hat now, cowboy?”

“Y-yeah. Yeah. You really gonna ride this bull? Yep,” he stops talking when you sling your leg over him. Grabbing the base of his cock you slowly start to sink over him. “Oh, you feel better than any saddle. Yeah,” he sighs when you sink down completely.

His hat perches on your head, while he smiles up at you. “I could get used to this view,” he gives your ass a smack, “Okay boys. Go on, ride your bull,” you slowly start grinding over him. Rolling your hips, whimpering at the way he stretched you out. He was thick, by far the biggest dick you had ever taken. You understood now why he strutted around the arena.

He reaches up to pinch your nipples. Pulling them until you were right at his face, and he gives you a filthy kiss. Didn’t hesitate to push his tongue past your lips. “I said, you gotta earn that hat. Show me you know how to ride a bull,” he bites at your lip. Letting his teeth softly scrape over your kiss bruised lips, and releases your nipples.

You sit back up, and put your hands behind you. Getting off your knees, and resting your feet beside him in a crouch. He had the perfect view to see where the two of you connected. Could see your walls slicking his cock up as you start bouncing on him. Hugging his dick so perfectly. Your walls were already fluttering over him. The fact that he had that effect on you made him even harder, and you moan out his name.

“Come here. I wanna use those reigns again,” getting back to your knees, he grabs onto your tits, while you ride him like your life depended on it. Slamming yourself over his giant cock, and making the prettiest sounds. “Just like that. You’re earning that fucking hat. Just like that.”

Steve stumbles to the hotel room, and lifts up Frank’s belt. Looking back up to the bar confused, before forgetting what was even going on. Taking his card key out, he opens the door to see your body move over Frank’s. Sick fucker had you wearing his cowboy hat, and both of you were distracted by the pleasure.

“Looks like you found you a buckle bunny after all,” he hiccups, as you drop your body down on Frank’s chest, and his hands move to cover your ass. “She’s a real pretty one. Your belt is on the door handle.”

“To tell you not to come in here. Dammit, Steve, Get out.”

“Did you have to pay for this rodeo?” He collapses on the bed, completely passed out and snoring.

And you look up at Frank, “You’re sharing a room with him?”

“Him and Bucky.”

“You know I had my own room. Steve just saw me naked. Called this a fucking rodeo,” he starts moving your body over him, and you don’t wanna smile. You don’t wanna care, but it does feel so good. It wasn’t fair that he didn’t get to finish.

“You haven’t got bucked off yet. About the buckle bunny business…”

“I’m only your bunny, Frank.”

“Good,” he lifts your head up to give you a soft kiss, “I don’t want anyone else to be my Bunny. You go on and finish us. He won’t remember this.”

“How many points do I get with this ride?” You playfully ask, starting to get back into fucking him.

“Oh, you’ve scored off the charts. I bet it’ll be even higher when I finish.”

“In that case,” your hands press into his chest while you finish the ride for the both of you. Forgetting Steve all together, he could lay there passed out and drunk for all you cared. Frank’s fingers dig into your waist as he makes you pound over him harder before holding you still. It just wasn’t enough. He needed to feel just how weak you got when he fucked into you. He pushes his hips up into you with such force you start to see stars. Jackhammering up into your drenched cunt over and over again.

Your walls constrict around him, and you slap your hand over your mouth as you come hard over his dick. Frank pushes you off him, and onto your back, adjusting himself to straddle your upper body, and he fists his cock. It only takes a few pumps before he releases his load into your mouth. Stifling his own moans as he lets every drop drip onto your greedy tongue.

“That was beautiful. I really wished you’d stay,” he whispers, climbing off you to put his underwear back on. “Steve and Bucky always share a bed. You can wear my shirt and panties. Cuddle up real nice.”

“You won’t hate me in the morning?”

“I’m going to hate it when the morning comes because I’ll have idiots in the bed beside us. I’d much rather fuck you in the morning.”

“Just for tonight, Frank,” he throws you his shirt and your panties as he walks to retrieve his belt.

“Can I come in yet?” Bucky asks, sitting on the floor. “I couldn’t find Steve, so I figured he found him another one.”

“He’s passed out in here, Buck,” Frank gives you another look as you crawl under the blanket, before he lets Bucky inside. “Don’t ask me any questions, and I won’t tell you any lies.”

“Lips are sealed. Oh…hey, uh…”

“You can call me, Bunny.”

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