Page 12 of Possessive Rancher

I make my way to the ladies’ room where there’s two women standing in front of the mirror. I imagine they’re going to say something to me about not being woman enough for Hudson, but they don’t. They finish up and head out the door to leave me alone with a decision to make.

Giving my virginity to Hudson means I’m all in. I have to give this a go and he’s right. It’s an important choice I have to make. When I step out of the restroom, I know what I want and what I want to do.

The music’s more upbeat by the time I make it to the dance floor. There’s a few people swaying to the beat as I try to maneuver around them back to the table.

One guy locks eyes with me and moves erratically with a smile and a beer in his hand. He humps the air with his arms moving from side to side, shuffling over to me.

Great.

“Come on and give us a dance,” he says, now moving his waist in a circular motion.

“No thanks,” I chuckle and dodge him trying to move against me.

“Don’t be that way. It’s wet outside and I’m just trying to make you wet. Come on, don’t be a stick in the mud. Loosen up and have some fun.” He takes a swig of his beer and reaches out to grab me.

I duck under his arm, but he grabs me by the wrist, stopping me from heading to my table.

“Let go of me. I said no.” I look around for Hudson, and when I don’t see him, my heart races.

He yanks me back into him, forcing his beer to spill. “Fuck! Look what you made me do you stupid cu-”

The size of Hudson’s hands is impressive when they hold my thighs in place as he eats my pussy, but even more impressive as they grip this loud mouth asshole around his jaw.

“I know you weren’t about to call this beautiful young lady something other than her name,” Hudson growls and the man’s eyes dart between us and then to others who aren’t paying attention to us yet.

The man shakes his head vigorously.

Hudson continues to chastise him. “Now, this is Heather. Heather is here with me and Heather said she does not want to dance with you. I’m going to move my hand and you’re going to tell me what it means when a woman says no.”

Hudson drops his hand and the man blubbers, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Huds-”

Hudson puts his hand back over the man’s mouth and this time his other hand reaches up to grab him by the back of the neck. “That’s not the answer to my question. You understand this isn’t going to go well for you if you don’t cooperate. I’ll clean this bar with your face and then we can get noisy out back while I beat the answers out of you. Once again.”

The man is gripping Hudson, trying to loosen his hands. Even at Hudson’s height and a little heavier, he’s failing at removing Hudson’s hands from his jaw.

Hudson shakes him a bit. “Once again, what does it mean when a woman says no?”

Hudson drops one hand but keeps the other on the back of his neck. The man gulps and looks at me. “No means no.”

“Perfect. Now apologize for ruining her clothes,” Hudson tells him.

“I’m sorry for spilling my beer on you. Why don’t you let me pay for the dry cleaning?” He’s jittery as he fishes through his pockets for a few dollars and holds them out to me.

I graciously decline, “It’s okay, just let girls alone if they don’t feel like dancing.”

“Of course. From now on, rest of the night, I’m on my best behavior,” he rambles.

Hudson finally releases him with two hearty pats on the back. “Good boy. Go sit down and grab yourself another beer.”

Hudson takes the man’s hand and pushes it back into his chest before turning to me and holding his hand out toward our table. The people move out of our way as he leads me back to our seats.

“I’d guess that’s one of the reasons why people won’t tell you no,” I giggle.

His eyes are so soft as he looks me over. “Are you okay?”

“I’m okay,” I nod.

“I should have kept you in the house,” he groans, taking a sip of his drink.

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