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A Bear May Love a Fox	By : Io Category: G through L > Longmire Views: 2920 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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This particular continuing soirée at the Red Pony occurred during a dreary, rainy night. Apparently everybody in the county had had the same idea, and that was to come join the party at Henry's bar. Victoria Moretti was there with a group of women Henry wasn't even aware she knew. Lucian Connally sat with his cronies around their usual table, regaling each other with old war stories and long-ago conquests. He kept up with the drunken orders of shots and beer and the odd apple-choco-ridiculous-tini with a smooth aplomb, Nick working alongside him. There was, however, a certain irritation in his movements, noticeable only to those who knew him well.
He hadn't seen Cady in almost a week, and it was driving him insane. In the month since their affair had begun, he'd been used to frequent loving attention to certain parts of his anatomy, and that was part of his frustration, but the truth was, he just plain missed her. She calmed the savage parts of him that had always left him feeling unsettled, and she made him laugh with her ability to see the levity in so much of life. He had kept waiting for the other shoe to drop, for her to realize her mistake or grow bored with him, but it hadn't happened.
He hoped. She'd been in Albuquerque visiting an old friend for the last five days, and at first he'd heard from her two or three times a day via a quick text or phone call. The last communication he'd gotten from her, though, was a single-word text last Friday. It was Sunday night now, and she was due back in the morning. It had taken all his self-control not to badger Walt about the status of his daughter's travel plans, or do something called Facebook stalking. Henry was not sure what that was, but he felt fairly certain he was capable of it.
Instead, though, he did nothing, and a small, burning bloom of panic rooted in his belly.
He didn't notice the sleek, sensuous brunette sidle up to the bar until she'd been there for some time. There was a lull, and he heard her voice.
“Hello, Henry, baby.”
Henry's blood turned to ice in his veins.
“Deena,” he said curtly as he removed two used glasses from the bar and placed them in the sink. “You are not welcome in this establishment.”
“Oh, c'mon, Henry. I just want a drink.”
“You can drink in another bar. Perhaps in another county.” He quickly washed and rinsed the glasses, then took the bar rag from his shoulder and began to dry each one thoroughly.
“Look, Henry, I know things ended badly between us - “
“You stole from me and betrayed my trust, Deena. That is not just ending badly. That is total annihilation of anything I ever felt for you.”
“Henry, baby, can't you see your way to forgiving me?” Deena wheedled, leaning low on the bar and showing him a good view of her cleavage. Henry wondered how he had ever been attracted to her tacky style, and shook his head as he realized he hadn't known he deserved better.
“Deena, you stole forty thousand dollars from me,” he said calmly. “I do not have to forgive anything.”
“Why don't we work out a deal, huh? I'll work it off, a little at a time.”
“I do not need a whore, Deena. I need my money.”
She reacted as if he'd slapped her. “I don't have it, okay? And I'm in trouble again-”
Her sentence was cut off as her hair was grabbed from behind, and she was thrown into a table.
Nobody had seen Cady coming. She'd entered the Red Pony, seen Deena draped over the bar talking to Henry, and veered over to her like a bulldozer on nitrous oxide. Just as Deena was beginning to whine, Cady took hold of her stupid ponytail and pulled her roughly away from the bar. Deena crashed into a very surprised couple's table, but caught her balance like a cat and turned to face her attacker. The patrons all stopped what they were doing and stared, and someone said, “Chick fight!” and a great deal of yelling began.
Cady, fueled by rage, slapped Deena so hard across the face the woman's head snapped back and she saw stars.
“How dare you talk to Henry!” Cady growled. “How dare you even breathe the same air! You don't get to hurt him again, do you hear me? You don't even get to come near him!”
Henry leaped over the bar in a graceful move, and at the same time Vic made a beeline for the fracas. Just as an enraged Deena screeched and went for Cady, Vic caught her behind the arms. Henry got to Cady just in time. The whole altercation took less than a minute, but each woman fought against her captor furiously.
“Aw, let the girls have their fun,” Lucian said from his table of drinking buddies. They each had broad grins on their faces, and were watching avidly.
“Who the fuck do you think you are, bitch?” Deena spat, an angry welt forming on her cheek. “Walt Longmire's precious daughter. The hell do you care?” She fought to get loose of the sheriff's deputy holding her. Vic tightened her grip forcefully and told her to calm down.
“Who the fuck am I?” Cady echoed. “Who the fuck am I? I'm Henry Standing Bear's woman, you thieving, conniving, deceitful-”
“Cady,” Henry said quietly, trying to calm her.
“-poisonous-”
“Cady,” he said more firmly.
“-snake!” she finished.
“Cady, that is enough,” Henry said, and pulled her away from the bar, marching her into the office. Once inside, she wrenched free from him and stood with her back to him, shaking from the adrenaline pumping through her veins. “You stay in here until you calm down,” he said, then shut her in.
Back at the bar, Deena was shrieking her fury to the rafters.
“I'm pressing charges!” she flung at Henry when she saw him. “That bitch is going to jail for this!”
“You didn't go to jail for stealing forty thousand dollars, Deena. Think about it.”
“You don't have proof of anything, Henry!” she insisted, but she lacked conviction.
“Let it lie,” Henry said. “Your last favor to me.”
Her breathing slowed a bit and a certain gleam lit her eyes. “The debt?”
“Forgiven,” he said without hesitation.
She thought about it for a moment, then nodded. Henry nodded to Vic, who released Deena warily. Deena grabbed her purse and started out of the bar. She paused before she passed him.
“Goodbye, Henry,” she whispered, and he could see regret in her eyes.
He had none in his. “Goodbye, Deena. We will not be seeing each other again.”
An uneasy silence filled the bar once she was gone, then someone coughed and someone else said, “Like sands through the hourglass...” and everybody laughed. Slowly, the regular bar noise returned, and Henry turned to Vic.
“Thank you,” he said. “I do not know how I would have handled that.”
Vic regarded him thoughtfully. “Are you and Cady really...”
Henry nodded slowly, unable to meet her gaze.
“How long has this been going on?” she asked, agog.
Henry sighed. “Not long,” he said. “According to Cady, though, a number of years.”
“Does Walt know?”
Henry shook his head, still avoiding her eyes.
“He will soon. You need to tell him right now before someone else does.”
“That has occurred to me,” he admitted.
“And Branch probably already knows,” she added. “Lucian doesn't have Walt's aversion to cell phones. I've seen him type a text faster than a teenaged girl hopped up on Red Bull.”
“I am not afraid of Branch Connally,” Henry stated simply.
Vic regarded him gravely, then asked one more question.
“Henry, does she make you happy?”
At that, Henry looked up into Vic's striking gaze. His voice was matter-of-fact, but Vic could see the emotion behind his eyes. “So much it hurts.”
She smiled, then. “You know, a lot of younger women go for older guys,” she said, trying to sound offhand and failing miserably. Henry's heart squeezed for her. It was obvious to everyone how she felt about Walt.
“I had better go and check on Cady,” Henry said, hurt by the pain and hope in Vic's eyes. “Your drinks are on the house.” Vic nodded and went back to her table then, and Henry made his way to the office, firmly shutting and locking the door behind him.
Cady looked up as he came in. She was lying on the leather sofa, and Henry was strongly reminded of the first time they'd made love. His heart swelled as he looked at her in amazement and relief. She was here, with him.
“Welcome home,” he said quietly.
She had the good grace to look shamefaced.
“May I inquire as to what has gotten into you?” he asked gently.
“I don't know what came over me,” she admitted, sitting up. “I just came in and saw her standing there, with the...audacity to talk to you, and I literally saw red. I wanted to kill her.”
“I am very glad that you did not,” Henry said mildly, seating himself next to her. “I cannot make love to you if you are in prison.”
She laughed, then climbed into his lap and straddled his hips. His hands clasped her waist, and she leaned down to kiss him deeply. In that one moment, all the fear and irritability that had consumed him the past few days was snuffed out like a candle by the touch of her lips. He held her close, so happy to have her in his arms again he could barely see straight.
The previous scene in the bar needed addressing, though, and after his initial hunger for her was somewhat sated, he gently and very regretfully pulled away from her lips.
“We are going to have to do some damage control. Your announcement of being 'my woman' was heard by everyone, including Lucian Connally. It is only a matter of time before your father hears of it.”
“I don't care, Henry. I've never cared. You were the one who put the kibosh on telling people. I'm sorry I broke my promise, though.”
Henry dismissed it. “It was in the heat of the moment,” he said. Then the corners of his mouth turned up slightly in a small smile. “You should know that my heart swelled with pride when you said it.”
“You're proud of us?” she asked. “I thought you were ashamed of us.”
His eyes grew wide, and he reached up to cup her face. “Not ashamed, vóhkêhéso. Never ashamed. I could never be shamed by a fierce, beautiful woman loving me.”
She blushed at his declaration.
“I have to admit, you scared me a little when I stopped hearing from you over the weekend.” His tone was only a little reproachful.
She groaned, her face one of contrition.
“I'm sorry, Henry,” she said. “My phone got thrown into a pool by a disgruntled five-year-old on Friday, and I haven't had the chance to get a new one. Nikki's daughter's birthday party got way out of control. Anyway, that's one of the reasons I came home early. I haven't even been home yet.”
“One of the reasons?” he asked, his hands wandering a little more southerly.
Cady's answering smile made his scalp tingle. Her hips moved against him in a very suggestive manner.
His pulse quickened, and he felt his shaft stir and begin to thicken.
She was wearing a lovely dark jersey knit dress that rode up her thighs enticingly, and Henry's eyes raked over her form. She shivered at the expression of hunger on his face, her nipples peaking under her bra, and his hands slid under the hem and up her bare thighs to cup her bottom. He discovered she wore only a thin scrap of lace for underwear, and a dark sound tore from his throat.
“I have to go back out to the bar,” he said. “Nick cannot be the only bartender on a night like this.”
Her response was to set her open mouth on his and delicately suck his tongue. He groaned in surrender, then delved his fingers under her panties and found her soft, tight opening. She gasped and reached for his belt, unbuckling, unbuttoning and unzipping him in record time. She found his cock, hard and straining, and he pulled her underwear to the side to make room for him while she guided it to her entrance. He stabbed up into her, rocking her on his hard dick, unable to believe that the woman who made him feel so alive, so wicked, was Cady Longmire.
“Oh, Henry,” she breathed.
“Does that feel good?” he asked lowly, taking her hips in his hands and working her up and down on his shaft.
“Oh, god, yes,” she said, her back arching. Henry reached up and pulled the top of her dress down and off her arms, revealing her bra. Just like he'd done the first time, he pulled down the cups to expose her breasts, and driven by some primeval impulse, buried his face in them. She smelled so good, felt so good, tasted so good.
A hard pounding came at the door, making them both jump.
“Hey, Henry, I really need you out here!” Nick's voice floated through the thick wooden door.
“I will be out momentarily,” he called, then muttered, “At least this time I had the good foresight to lock the door.” He looked at Cady apologetically. “I am sorry, my darling, but I must leave you.”

“Henry!” she wailed, clenching her inner muscles around his cock and making him groan. “You can't leave me like this!”
“Nick needs me,” he said.
“I need you!” she insisted, pulling his mouth up to hers and moving her hips again. He moaned into her mouth, then came to a decision. He wrenched away from her lips and grasped the back of her neck.
Looking deep into her eyes, he asked lowly, “Can you take me hard and fast?”
She trembled and nodded eagerly, her eyes wide.
He slid down to the floor, taking her with him, then lifted her off him and placed her on her knees next to him, bending her over the sofa. Roughly, he rucked up her skirt to reveal her heart-stopping bottom, then jerked down her panties and brought the head of his penis to her entrance. She shivered in anticipation, and Henry pulled her up so her back was against his chest, her head resting back on his shoulder.
“Are you ready?” he asked her, one hand kneading a breast, then other covering the soft flesh between her legs.
She made a small sound, her breath uneven and strained.
“Yes,” she panted.
Without another word, he thrust forward forcefully, impaling himself in her tight heat. She cried out loudly, and Henry was deeply thankful for the noise of the bar patrons on the other side of the door. Pushing her back down, he gripped her hips and pounded her mercilessly with his hard shaft. Her entire body was quivering, her back arching, and she was biting her fist to keep from crying out. Henry reached down in front of her and found her clitoris, pinching it up and rubbing it firmly, and she bucked against him. She was so close, so close, he could feel it, and with an instinct he'd never acted on before, he iniquitously circled one finger around the tight, puckered opening of her bottom, then eased it inside.
Her orgasm was instantaneous and powerful, and her excitement coupled with her strong pulsing around his cock sent him over the edge. He shook and bucked over her, his seed bursting from him in hot spurts deep within her.
He could barely get air into his lungs normally before he kissed her shoulder, then pulled out and got shakily to his feet.
“You are dangerous,” he said breathlessly, running a hand over her back. She gave a soft sigh of pleasure at his touch. Reluctantly, he got his clothes back in order, and she climbed onto the couch, flopping onto it as her legs wouldn't support her. She watched him with heavy eyes, satisfaction etched onto every part of her face. Henry leaned down and stole a kiss from her pretty mouth.
“Néméhotâtse,” he murmured gravely, then stood and unlocked the door. With one last look at her exhausted form on the sofa, he suddenly smiled and winked, then walked back into the bar, closing the door behind him.
Cady smiled sleepily at the door after Henry. Her body was throbbing with completion.
“I love you, too,” she said to the empty room.
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