Thread: Under the Western Skies [Big Papa Jack and Lemon]

She hadn't felt so hungry this evening, thus she had opted to skip her dinner meal. It was a feat, that was growing considerably familiar to her now, as her life was growing thick with trouble. Summer Lafayette had always been a simple girl, one who knew what she was suppose to, and often only spoke up when spoken to. She was sweet, and although she had her mischievous habits, she had always kept her Papa proud of her. Ever since she was a young child, she held her mother's bravery and stubborn will to keep herself standing strong. Often getting in trouble, as she tried to sneak off into the stables, lending a helping hand to those grooming the pure-bred beasts. Summer had figured, while she practically grew up alongside the horses, who better to clean their coats, than she? But, given her namesake, her life was well-cushioned. Often found in the parlor, playing the piano or writing furiously in her journal, Summer never wandered very far from her father's watchful eye. He had loved her since the day she took in her first breath, and since then, he had been all she had. While those who helped her father's ranch, were as much family as she could hope for, it wasn't the same. Often, she felt quite lonely...being forced to endure the solitude her father had shielded her with. Many men had asked for her hand in marriage, but it seemed as if he wasn't quite ready to let her go. Summer was grateful for this, as those men were nothing like the one who had captured her heart. As she blossomed into a young woman, her attention was quickly drawn to the man who had helped her father longer than anyone. John Clanton had miraculously slithered his way right beneath her porcelain exterior, and straight into her heart. Summer found comfort in the tall, husky gentleman more than she should. Something about him made her knees weak, her blood begin to boil and her heart speed up to an unbelievable rate. She was falling in love, and she knew, if her father was to ever find them together...surely he would have her beaten. Not only was her relationship with her father overbearing, but horribly physical. He had been her first, and for now, her only. He did things to her body that she had thought didn't exist, and eased her with a firm hand, to pleasure him beyond belief. Yet, he had found much joy with other women and girls alike, not just her. She was nothing special, and while her father allowed himself to merely use her for his personal release, Summer had managed to find herself a man who not only made her feel more than a supple body, but someone who actually had eyes for only her. It was so overwhelming, the sheer fact that she could feel shamelessly complete, when finding solace in the arms of a man who wasn't her dear father. The gentle creaking of her door roused her, a head full of dark, curled red hair tipping up to glance across the delicate slope of her shoulder. She didn't need the girl to tell her what was wanted of her, she already knew. Merely nodding, she quickly shut her journal and tied off the worn leather strap into a bow. Sliding it beneath the cushion of her bed, she straightened the thin white nightgown that hung from her lithe frame, and made her way towards her father's room. Each step heavier than the last, she tried her damnedest to keep her mind clear of John Clanton, not wanting to think of someone so dear to her, as she endured something that was admittedly bittersweet. Papa, she greeted sweetly, peeking around the doorway, to see him settled in his armchair, puffing away at his pipe. Already she was flushed, her womanhood aching traitorously betwixt creamy thighs. Everything was always perfect up until the point she was naked, sated, and laying on her side. He often left her feeling empty, despite the affection he doted upon her day in and day out.