The Proper Girl

Chapter 4

Miranda's pov

The wind tugged at my hair as the train rushed passed. "Have you ever jumped a train before?" I shake my head. "It shouldn't be too hard, right?" I say slightly nervous. Ok really scared. "Well come on, you're losin' your chance." I swallow my fear and take off running. I grab onto a rung and haul myself. "What are you doing? Hurry up?" He smiles. "I can't go." "What?!" I gape shocked. The train flies by, leaving the young mysterious cowboy behind.

*she wakes up*

I sit up, fighting to breathe. "Just a dream." I whisper. "You alright?" I hear in the darkness. A hand touches my thigh. "I-I'm fine. Just a dream." I say, my breathing becoming regular again. I feel his arms encasing me in a hug. His steady breaths helping me calm down. "Jason," I whisper. "Yeah?" "Don't leave me." He's quiet. "Jason?" "What?" "Just making sure you heard me." "I... I... I heard you." It's too dark to see anything. I feel his hand on my forehead. "We're underground aren't we?" "Yeah."

*the next day*

Jason holds my hand as we walk to the train tracks. He looks nervous. His guitar is in his other hand. "Where are we gonna go?" I whisper shakily. He looks down at me, a soft kind smile on his face, not at all like the arrogant son of a bitch that loved to piss me off. "Wherever the wind takes us, darlin'." The train flies by. He grips a rung, pulling me with him as we land in a train car. I catch my breath and stand up, the wind fast and cold. The world outside flying by fast. Jason stands back up. "You alright?" "Sure am. You?" He smiles and nods. "How long were you locked up?" "Six years." I whisper, holding my arms tightly. He rests a hand on my shoulder. "Well, sweetheart, life's gonna start looking up for ya." I smile up at him. "All thanks to you." We sit down, our feet dangling. This is one of the most surreal feelings ever. He holds my hand again, lacing our fingers together. "Have..... Have you ever made love?" He asks. I shake my head. "You're a virgin?" I shake my head again. "What? I'm confused." I look at him. "I've had sex but I've never made love." I whisper quietly. He clears his throat and looks out at the field. "Why do you ask?" "Cause I was hoping you weren't. I didn't wanna hurt you tonight." I smile. "You just assume I'm gonna have sex with you don't you?" He smiles. "Don't deny it. You have feelings for me." My cheeks turn red again. Curse my pale skin. "Maybe." I whisper quietly, looking away. "Do you trust me?" He asks. I look back up at him confused. "Cause I don't want you to think I'd rape you or something." "No. Of course not. You wouldn't ever do that!" I gasp astonished he'd think that I'd think that. He smiles. "Good. Cause..... I like you... A lot." I smile. "I like you a lot too." He chuckles softly and brushes my hair behind my ear. "You're such a beautiful girl." "Thanks." "Can I..... Can I kiss you?" I smile and kiss him softly. "Does that answer your question?" I whisper, our lips still touching. He still for several seconds but then captured my lips in a heated desperate kiss. His hands shaking as he rests them against my cheeks. He pushes me down to a laying position. I pull my legs in. He holds one against his leg, gently sliding under my jeans and gripping the skin hard as his kisses become more hungry and desperate. Sweat starts running down my face. His fingers twist against my skin. "Permission to remove your pants?" I nod slowly. He smiles down at me and unbuttons my jeans. He slides his hand softly inside. I kick my jeans off almsof as desperate as him. He was right about one thing. It's been a long time since I've felt a man's touch. "Jason." I whisper his name so softly I don't think he heard it until he replies with, "Fuckin' do me baby girl." He pulls my shirt over my head, his hands on my stomach as we make out. My whole body burns with lust. I grab his shoulder as he slowly pulls my underwear off. My hands grip a loose floorboard as he moves inside me. He holds me to ground, making pleasured groaning sounds. For the first time in my life, I made love.

*the next morning*

I wake up hearing a harmonica. I open my eyes, seeing Jason playing a harmonica, his eyes closed. Wow he's good. I sit up, wrapping my arms around my bare legs, smiling. He lowers it and opens his eyes. "Jesus!" He cries. "What?" "I... I didn't know you woke up. You scared me." I smile and crawl over beside him.

Jason's pov

"Jason you asked me last night if I ever made love?" She whispers, laying her head on my arm. "Yeah." I say, looking out at the fields rushing passed. We aren't in Florida anymore. "My answer's yes." I stare at her confused. "I don't get it." "I made love last night." She whispers, closing her eyes. My eyes go wide. She.... Loved it. I'm surprised. I smile and brush a finger across her cheek. She opens her eyes. "Me too." I whisper, claiming those beautiful soft lips with my own. She's mine. And I won't let nothin' happen to her.