Cowboy’s Healing Heart

8. Rapid City

EIGHT

RAPID CITY

SHANE

I sit at Krystal's rustic dining table, the scent of home-cooked food filling the air. Ashanti chatters away, her enthusiasm infectious. I can't help but smile, caught up in the warmth of this makeshift family dinner.

"And then Mr. Shane taught me how to break a hold," Ashanti says, demonstrating the move with her fork. "It was so cool!"

Krystal's eyes dart to mine, a mix of gratitude and concern in her gaze. "Is that right? I hope you're only using those moves on Mr. Shane."

I clear my throat. "Of course. Self-defense only, right, Ashanti?"

The girl nods vigorously. "Yes, sir!"

I can't shake the feeling that something's off with Krystal as we eat. Her smile doesn't quite reach her eyes, and she keeps glancing at her phone. I want to ask what's wrong, but I hold back. We're still dancing around the edges of whatever this is between us.

"So, Mr. Shane," Ashanti pipes up, "are you gonna stay here forever?"

The question catches me off guard. I look at Krystal, but she's suddenly very interested in her plate. "I, uh... I'm not sure, kiddo. I'm here for now, though."

Ashanti's face falls slightly. "Oh. Okay. Let's take a picture."

Ashanti grabs her phone and snaps a picture with me on one side and her other on the other. "I'll send it to you guys."

The conversation moves on, but the question lingers. How long can I keep up this charade? The longer I stay, the deeper I'm falling for both of them. And the harder it'll be when the truth comes out.

Ashanti bounds off to pack for her sleepover at Hailey's as we finish dinner. Krystal starts clearing the table, and I stand to help.

"You don't have to do that," she says, but I'm already gathering plates.

"I want to," I reply, following her to the kitchen. I step closer as she runs the water, drawn to her like a magnet. "Krystal, is everything okay? You seem... distracted."

She tenses, then forces a smile. "I'm fine. Just tired, I guess."

I don't believe her for a second, but I don't push. Instead, I make a split-second decision. "Listen, I was thinking... Ashanti's going to be at Hailey's all weekend, right?"

Krystal nods, eyeing me suspiciously.

"How about we get out of here for a couple days? There's a nice hotel in Rapid City. We could do some shopping, have a nice dinner..."

The words hang in the air between us. I hold my breath, waiting for her response. Part of me expects her to shut me down immediately, to retreat behind those walls she's built so high.

But to my surprise, she hesitates. I see the conflict in her eyes, the desire warring with fear. Finally, she nods. "Okay. Yeah, I'd like that."

Relief and excitement flood through me. "Great. I'll make the arrangements."

As I step away to call the hotel, my phone buzzes. It's Noah again. I silence it, pushing away the guilt. I know I can't avoid my family forever, but right now, all I want is this weekend with Krystal.

An hour later, we're on the road to Rapid City. Krystal's quiet, staring out the window as the South Dakota landscape rolls by. I want to reach out and take her hand, but I hold back. There's still so much unsaid between us.

"You okay?" I ask, breaking the silence.

She turns to me, a small smile on her lips. "Yeah. Just... thinking."

"About what?"

She shrugs. "Life. Ashanti. The future." She pauses, then adds softly, "Us."

My heart skips a beat at that last word. "And what are you thinking about us?"

Krystal's quiet for a long moment. "I'm not sure," she finally says. "This is... complicated."

I nod, understanding all too well. "Yeah, it is."

She twists in her seat, her eyes searching my face. "Tell me something about you, Shane."

"Like a secret?" I ask, my grip tightening on the steering wheel.

She shakes her head. "No. Something that made you the man you are."

I take a deep breath, weighing my words carefully. "My parents are still married, living in New York. I have a younger brother."

It's all true, but I'm intentionally vague, avoiding details that might reveal too much.

Krystal's not satisfied. She asks more questions, probing deeper. I find myself telling her about joining the military, how it felt like an escape from expectations I wasn't ready to face.

"I was 18," I say, keeping my eyes on the road. "Fresh out of high school. Everyone expected me to follow a certain path, but I needed something different."

Krystal nods, encouraging me to continue. I hesitate, then tell her about my first mission. The memory of that day still haunts me, the weight of split-second decisions that cost lives.

"We were clearing a compound," I explain, my voice low. "I hesitated. A teammate died because of it." The words hang in the air between us, heavy with unspoken guilt.

Krystal reaches out, her hand resting lightly on my arm. The touch is unexpected and comforting in a way I'm unprepared for. I clear my throat, eager to shift the focus.

"What about you?" I ask. "What made Krystal Duncan the woman she is?"

She smiles, but there's a sadness in her eyes. "I'm from Atlanta originally. My mom's still there. We talk every Sunday over coffee."

"That sounds nice," I say, meaning it. My own relationship with my parents is far more complicated.

Krystal nods. "It is. But I left home a few years back. Needed a fresh start after a bad relationship." She doesn't elaborate, and I don't push.

We all have our secrets.

As we pull up to the hotel, I realize we've shared more in this short drive than we have in all our time at the ranch. It should make me uncomfortable, this growing closeness. Instead, I find myself wanting more.

I park the truck and turn to Krystal. Her face is softened by the glow of the dashboard lights, and for a moment, I let myself imagine a different life. One where I'm not hiding who I am, where I could be the man she deserves.

But as I step out of the truck. I'm not that man. Not yet. Maybe not ever.

Because I can't be this Shane and lead Innoventis, something about being there takes away all of my options and leaves only a son who's obligated to uphold the family name and business.

When we arrive at the hotel, Krystal's eyes widen. "Shane, this is... wow."

I grin, enjoying her reaction. "Only the best for you."

She raises an eyebrow. "Careful, Kennedy. I might start thinking you're some kind of trust fund baby."

My stomach drops, but I force a laugh. "Nah, just a retired man who saved well."

Krystal joins me, her bag slung over her shoulder. "This place is fancy," she says, eyeing the hotel's gleaming facade.

I shrug, trying to play it off. "Thought we deserved a nice weekend."

She raises an eyebrow but doesn't comment further. I'm acutely aware of the distance between us as we walk into the lobby. Not physical - we're close enough that her arm occasionally brushes mine - but emotional.

The check-in process is quick, and soon, we're in the elevator, heading up to our room. Our silence is charged, filled with unspoken questions and growing tension.

I steal glances at Krystal, taking in the curve of her neck, the way her fingers tap nervously against her thigh. I want to reach out, pull her close, and forget about everything else. But I hold back.

The elevator dings, and we step out into the hallway. Our room is at the end, and my heart beats faster with each step.

I swipe the key card and push open the door, letting Krystal enter first. She walks in, her eyes widening as she takes in the luxurious suite.

"Shane, this is..." she trails off, turning to face me.

I close the door behind us, the soft click echoing in the sudden quiet. Krystal's standing, looking at me with a mix of desire and uncertainty that mirrors my own feelings.

The air between us is electric. I want to cross the room, to take her in my arms and show her how I feel. But I'm frozen, caught between desire and fear.

Krystal takes a step toward me, her eyes never leaving mine. "Shane," she says softly, and my name on her lips is almost my undoing.

I close the distance between us in two strides, my hands cupping her face as I bring my lips to hers.

How is it that I can't get enough of her kisses? What will I do when I have to leave her and them behind?

I shove those thoughts aside as her fingers play in my hair, and she presslf against me. I back her up against the wall, our bodies flush.

For a moment, everything else fades away. There's only this - Krystal's soft skin under my hands, her breath hot against my neck, the taste of her on my tongue.

But even as I lose myself in her, a part of me holds back. Because I know that this can't last. That once she knows the truth about me, about who I really am, this will all disappear.

I pull away, breathing hard. Krystal looks up at me, her lips swollen from our kiss, confusion in her eyes.

"I'm sorry," I say, stepping back. "I shouldn't have-"

"Shane," Krystal interrupts, reaching for me. "Don't apologize."

Her words hit me like a physical blow. Because I want her too, more than I've ever wanted anyone. But I can't have her, not like this. Not with lies between us.

I run a hand through my hair, trying to regain some control. "Krystal, there's something I need to tell you."

She stills, her expression guarded. "Okay," she says slowly.

I take a deep breath, steeling myself for what comes next. Because once I say this, there's no going back. Everything will change.

"I'm not who you think I am."

"Neither am I. But can we leave it all behind and enjoy this weekend."

"Okay, so," I say, stepping closer, "what do you want to do first?"

She turns to me, a mischievous glint in her eye. "How about we explore the city? I hear downtown Rapid City is pretty charming."

I nod, grinning. "Sounds perfect."

As we head out, I can't help but feel like this weekend is a turning point. For better or worse, things are going to change. I just hope I'm ready for whatever comes next.

Downtown Rapid City is alive with energy as we stroll hand in hand. The streets are lined with boutique shops and art galleries, their windows glowing invitingly in the evening light. Krystal's eyes light up as we pass a small bookstore.

"Can we go in?" she asks, already pulling me towards the door.

I laugh, letting her lead the way. "Of course."

Inside, the scent of old books and fresh coffee envelops us. Krystal immediately heads for the art section, her fingers trailing over the spines of colorful sketchbooks.

"Ashanti loves drawing," she says softly, picking up a spiral-bound mixed media sketchbook. "She's always had such a big imagination."

I watch her, struck by the tenderness in her voice. "She's a great kid. You've done an amazing job with her."

Krystal looks up at me, her eyes shining. "Thanks. It hasn't been easy, but... she's worth it. She's everything to me."

I want to tell her how much I admire her strength and how I want to be there for both of them. But I won't make a promise I can't keep.

Instead, I clear my throat and nod towards the book in her hands. "We should get that for her, and some art supplies. A little surprise for when we get back."

Krystal's smile is radiant. "She'd love that."

As we continue our exploration of downtown, I find myself opening up more than I have in years. I tell her about my time in the military, the camaraderie, and the loss. I skirt around the details of my family and my life in New York, but I share enough to feel exposed.

Krystal listens intently, her hand warm in mine. When I finish talking, she squeezes my fingers gently.

"Thank you for sharing that with me," she says softly. "I can't imagine what you've experienced."

I shrug, feeling vulnerable but strangely light. "It's easier with you."

Krystal's eyes meet mine, and for a moment, I think she might kiss me. But then her walls go back up.

"We should probably grab some dinner," she says, her voice slightly strained.

I nod, trying to hide my disappointment. "Sure. I know a great place nearby."

Walking to the restaurant, I want to pull her close to tell her how I feel. But I hold back, afraid of pushing too far too fast.

The restaurant is cozy and intimate, with soft lighting and quiet music. We're seated at a corner table, and as I look at Krystal across from me, I'm struck by how beautiful she is. The candlelight flickers across her face, highlighting the curve of her cheek and the fullness of her lips.

"What?" she asks, noticing my stare.

I shake my head, smiling. "Nothing. You just... you look beautiful tonight."

A blush creeps across her cheeks, and she ducks her head. "Thanks. You clean up pretty well yourself, Kennedy."

As we eat, the conversation flows easily. We talk about our childhoods, our dreams, our fears. I find myself sharing more than I intended, drawn in by her warmth and openness.

"So, what made you decide to come to Silver Creek?" Krystal asks, taking a sip of her wine.

I hesitate, weighing my words carefully. "I needed a change. After leaving the military, I just... I couldn't go back to my old life. I needed something different."

She nods, understanding in her eyes. "I get that. Sometimes you just need a fresh start."

"What about you?" I ask, leaning forward. "How did you end up there?"

A shadow passes over her face, and I immediately regret the question. But then she takes a deep breath and meets my gaze.

"It's complicated," she says softly. "But basically, I needed a safe place for Ashanti and me. Somewhere, we could start over."

I want to ask more to understand what she's running from. But I can see the pain in her eyes, and I don't want to push.

Instead, I reach across the table and take her hand. "Well, I'm glad you ended up at Silver Creek. I can't imagine not knowing you and Ashanti."

Krystal's smile is soft and genuine. "Me too, Shane. Me too."

As we finish dinner, I'm not ready for the night to end. So, I suggest we grab a drink at a nearby bar. Krystal eagerly agrees.

The bar is crowded and lively, with music pulsing through the air. We find a spot at the counter, and I order us both whiskey neat.

Krystal raises an eyebrow. "Trying to get me drunk, Kennedy?"

I laugh, shaking my head. "Just thought you might appreciate a good whiskey. But we can get something else if you prefer."

She picks up the glass, swirling the amber liquid. "No, this is perfect. I love a good whiskey."

As we drink, the warmth of the liquor and the heat from her accidental touches awakens the desire that only she can ignite. Krystal's knee brushes against mine, sending a jolt of fire through me. Her eyes meet mine over the rim of her glass, dark and inviting.

When the band starts playing a slow song, I stand and hold out my hand. "Dance with me?"

Krystal hesitates for a moment, then takes my hand. I lead her to the small dance floor, pulling her close. Her body fits against mine perfectly, and I have to suppress a groan as she wraps her arms around my neck.

We sway to the music, our bodies moving in sync. I can feel her skin's heat and smell her faint perfume.

It's intoxicating. She's intoxicating .

"Shane," Krystal murmurs, her breath hot against my ear.

I pull back slightly, looking into her eyes. The desire I see there mirrors my own. Without thinking, I lean in and capture her lips with mine.

The kiss is unhinged. Surrounded by strangers, away from everyone we know.

Alone with the opportunity to explore this feeling with no limits and no distractions.

Krystal's fingers find my scalp as she presses closer. I deepen the kiss, pouring all my pent-up feelings into it.

When we finally break apart, we're both breathing heavily. Her eyes are wide, and her lips are swollen.

"We should go," I say, my voice rough with desire.

She nods, taking my hand. "Yeah, we should."

The walk back to the hotel is a blur of anticipation and stolen kisses. As soon as we're in our room, I have Krystal pressed against the door, my lips on hers.

She moans softly, her hands roaming over my chest. "Shane, I want you."

Those words break the last of my restraint. I lift her, carrying her to the bed. I know there's no going back as we fall onto the mattress together. Whatever happens after this weekend, this moment is ours.

I kiss my way down her neck, nipping at her collarbone. She gasps and arches beneath me.

"So responsive," I murmur, sliding my hand under her shirt.

Her skin is soft and warm, and she shivers as I caress her breast. I can feel her nipple harden against my palm.

"I need to feel you," she pants, tugging at my shirt.

I break away long enough to yank off my shirt, then hers. Our pants soon follow, and then we're naked, nothing between us.

She's stunning. Her curves beg for my touch, and I oblige, trailing my fingers down her side.

Krystal reaches for me, wrapping her hand around my dick. The sensation of her fingers on my heated skin almost sends me over the edge. I groan, pressing my forehead against her shoulder.

"You're so big," she breathes, stroking me gently.

"You have no idea how much I want you," I growl, capturing her lips in another kiss.

Her tongue tangles with mine, and her hand picks up speed. It's too much. If I'm not careful, I'll come before we even start.

Gently, I remove her hand from my cock, pinning it above her head.

"Can I taste you?" I whisper against her lips.

She nods eagerly, and I trail kisses down her body. I stop at her breasts, sucking a nipple into my mouth. She gasps and arches, offering herself to me.

I take my time, teasing her nipples until she's writhing beneath me.

"Shane," she breathes, her voice ragged. "Please."

Satisfied with her reaction, I continue my descent. She's already wet when I reach her core, her pussy glistening and ready. I kiss her inner thighs, enjoying the way her muscles twitch.

She's moaning and begging me not to stop when I finally lick her from bottom to top, paying special attention to her clit. Her taste is sweet with a hint of something earthy—uniquely her. I could spend hours between her thighs, feasting on her like a man possessed.

I slip one finger inside her, then another. She cries out, her hips lifting off the bed.

"Fuck," she groans, her hands fisting in the sheets.

I curl my fingers, finding that spot that makes her whimper. As I suck her clit into my mouth, I pump my fingers in and out, in and out. I work her body like a finely tuned instrument, playing her until she's on the edge.

My memories of her and tonight will be filled with the sound of her moans and whispering my name.

"You ready, baby?" I murmur against her skin.

With a few more flicks of my tongue, she falls apart. Her body shakes and spasms as she comes, her pussy clenching around my fingers.

It's a sight to behold, and I can't help but feel a sense of male pride at being the one to bring her to such heights.

I continue to lick and tease her through the aftershocks until she's pushing me away, oversensitive.

"Holy shit," she breathes, her voice wrecked.

I kiss my way back up her body, pausing to pay attention to her nipples once more. When I reach her mouth, she kisses me deeply, tasting herself on my lips.

"Fuck me," she whispers, her eyes dark with desire. "My turn."

She rolls me over, straddling me, her heat pressed against my cock. I groan, gripping her hips as she grinds against me. The feeling of her wetness is intoxicating, and I know I won't last long if she keeps this up.

"Condom?" I grit out, trying to maintain control.

She shakes her head, leaning down to whisper in my ear. "I'm clean and on the pill."

I groan, the thought of being inside her with no barriers driving me wild.

"But first, I want to taste it."

Before I can react, she's kissing her way down my body, her tongue swirling over my abs. When she reaches my cock, she licks the tip, then takes me in her mouth.

"Fuck, Krystal," I groan, threading my fingers through her hair.

Her head bobs up and down, her cheeks hollowing as she sucks me hard. I can feel her tongue swirling over the head, teasing the sensitive spot just beneath it.

"Shit, you're good at that," I breathe, my head dropping back against the pillow.

She hums in response, the vibration sending jolts of pleasure through me. Her hands grip my thighs, holding me in place as she takes me deeper.

I'm close, so close. But I don't want to come yet.

"Stop, Krystal," I pant, tugging on her hair.

She shakes her head, looking up at me through hooded eyes, and I feel my cock tapping the back of her throat.

"Fuck..."

My orgasm hits me with the force of a freight train. I come with a shout, my hips jerking as I spill into her mouth.

She swallows every drop, then releases me with a pop.

"Fuck, that was hot," she says, her voice husky.

"You're telling me," I manage, still trying to catch my breath.

Before she can say anything more, I flip us over, pinning her beneath me.

"My turn."

She smirks up at me. "Bring it on, Kennedy."

I kiss her deeply, pouring all my emotion into it. Then, without warning, I thrust into her in one smooth motion.

We both moan, the feeling of her tight, wet heat surrounding me almost too much to bear. I start slow, letting her adjust to my size, but she urges me on with her nails digging into my ass.

I pick up the pace, slamming into her with a force that has the bed rocking beneath us.

"Yes!" she cries out, her head thrown back in ecstasy.

I can feel her clenching around me, her body on the verge of release once more. I slide a hand between us, rubbing her clit in firm circles.

"Shane... God..." she pants, her eyes screwed shut in concentration.

"That's it," I encourage, feeling my own orgasm building once more. "Let go."

With a few more thrusts, we're both coming undone. Her pussy flutters around me as she cries out my name. My cock throbs inside her, filling her with my release.

For a moment, the world stops.

There's no sound but the harsh rasp of our breathing. No sensation but the heat of her body pressed against mine. No thought but the realization that this woman is everything I've ever wanted and more.

Later, as we lay tangled in the sheets, with Krystal curled against my side, her breathing soft and even. I trace patterns on her bare skin, savoring the moment.

This can't last.

I want to tell her the truth. About my family and about the life waiting for me back in New York. But I'm afraid. Afraid that once she knows who I really am, she'll push me away.

So, instead, I pull her closer and close my eyes, trying to silence the voice in my head, telling me this is all going to fall apart. For now, I just want to hold onto this moment, to pretend that this could be our future.

But as I drift off to sleep, I can't shake the feeling that time is running out. Sooner or later, the truth will come out. And when it does, I might lose everything I've come to care about.