Chapter 93 Had Sex in the Wild?
"When I first arrived, I thought this place was barren and desolate. Now when I look around, everywhere I see is beautiful."
Matilda spread her arms wide as the wind blew past, as if embracing her.
Wentworth walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her from behind. "Same here."
She held onto his hands. "Turns out scenery only looks good when you're seeing it with someone you care about."
"Couldn't agree more."
After saying this, Wentworth went to pick a bunch of wildflowers from the grass and sat down to weave them into a crown.
Matilda looked surprised. "You know how to do that?"
"Learned from the locals—everyone here knows how to braid." Within moments, he'd finished the flower crown and handed it to her. "Like it? Want to try it on?"
"I love it." She smiled. As long as it was from him, she'd love it.
"Let me put it on you," he said.
His movements were gentle, and soon he had it positioned perfectly, then just gazed at her quietly.
"Why are you staring at me like that? Does it not look good?" Matilda asked.
Wentworth's eyes were full of light. "It looks beautiful. Though it would be even prettier if you had two braids."
Matilda immediately refused. "No way. I've never had braids."
No one had braided her hair when she was little, and growing up she'd just thrown it in a ponytail. She always felt like only little princesses deserved braids—not her.
Wentworth said softly, "I'll braid it for you."
"You know how to do that too? Have you braided someone else's hair before?"
"Of course not, but I'm a genius—I can do anything."
Matilda was skeptical. "You're lying."
"Don't believe me? Turn around then," Wentworth said.
Matilda did as he asked and turned to face away from him.
Wentworth quietly opened his phone and searched "how to braid hair," studying the instructions for about thirty seconds until he had the gist of it.
He undid her ponytail and gathered her hair. It was thick, dense, and black, with slight waves at her bangs and ends—braiding it would only emphasize how much hair she had.
Wentworth braided carefully to avoid hurting her.
Matilda sat quietly like this. So this was what it felt like to have someone braid your hair—it was quite enjoyable.
Wentworth worked for five or six minutes before saying, "Done."
"Done?"
She reached up to feel it. Since she usually used two hair ties for her ponytail, she wasn't worried about not having hair ties to secure it. It felt pretty authentic when she touched it.
She reached for her phone. "Let me take a look."
But Wentworth stopped her. "Don't look yet. Check it when we get back."
"Why? Does it not look good?"
"It looks beautiful. You look beautiful no matter what."
"You're feeling guilty, aren't you?" Matilda looked at him with amusement.
His expression was very serious. "Really, I'm not."
She decided not to look. No matter what, he was the first person to ever braid her hair.
They gazed at each other, their lips inevitably drawing closer.
They lost themselves kissing on the grassland like this.
Under the blue sky with white clouds, grass, and small hills in the distance, it felt like they were the only two people in the world.
It wasn't until Wentworth started unbuttoning her shirt that Matilda suddenly opened her eyes.
"Wentworth, what if someone comes?"
"They won't. I pass through here every day and have never seen anyone."
Matilda was still nervous.
Wentworth picked her up and carried her behind a large boulder, then asked, "How about here?"
She looked around, then nodded shyly.
Her quarters were too cramped, his room too formal—so let them make love in this beautiful nature.
Wentworth kissed her passionately, and she responded eagerly.
He slipped his hands under her clothes while she bit down hard on his shoulder.
Just when things were about to reach their natural conclusion, Matilda suddenly felt a third pair of eyes watching her.
Her heart jumped, she opened her eyes, let out a cry, then hid in Wentworth's arms.
Wentworth looked up too.
A young calf had somehow wandered over and was staring at them curiously.
Wentworth was completely absorbed in the moment—he'd already gotten a taste of sweetness, touching what he'd never touched before, seeing what he'd never seen before, holding what he considered the most perfect figure in the world.
"Get lost!" Wentworth picked up a rock to scare the cow away.
The cow, startled, ran off.
Wentworth looked back at Matilda.
Her face was flushed, her whole body burning hot, looking absolutely stunning.
He continued kissing her body, breathing in her scent.
However, the sound of hoofbeats approached from the distance.
Wentworth and Matilda couldn't help but look.
They saw the little calf Wentworth had scared away leading a herd of adult cattle running toward them—like a gang boss's son bringing backup for revenge!
Realizing trouble was brewing, Wentworth scooped up Matilda and ran for the car.
The herd pursued them relentlessly.
Fortunately Wentworth was fast. He rushed to Matilda's SUV—the car was unlocked—and they both got in, locking the doors.
The cattle surrounded the vehicle, using their horns to ram it, nearly flipping the car over.
Matilda huddled tightly in Wentworth's arms while he held her and watched the herd warily.
Fortunately the SUV was sturdy enough. When the cattle couldn't gain any advantage, they gradually wandered away.
Both breathed sighs of relief.
Matilda said, "Come to a border ranch once and you really can encounter every possible situation."
Wentworth said, "Tell me about it."
"Those cattle were so aggressive—they actually came for revenge. Are they wild cattle?"
"They're ranch cattle, but still pretty wild."
They looked at each other—both were quite disheveled.
Her shirt was unbuttoned, the braids he'd just done were undone with hair ties lost somewhere, and her skirt had mud stains.
His hair was full of grass, and from running so fast while carrying her, he'd lost one shoe.
Under these circumstances, they had no interest in continuing their romantic activities.
After looking at each other for a moment, they suddenly couldn't help bursting into laughter.
...
Back in town, they went to the small restaurant for dinner first.
Even though they'd fixed their hair and straightened their clothes, as soon as they entered the restaurant, the owner grinned and asked, "Were you two just fooling around in the wilderness?"
Matilda's face turned red all the way to her neck.
Wentworth didn't say anything either.
This kind of thing didn't really need explaining.
Just as Matilda was about to order, the owner said, "How about some grilled lamb chops? Good ranch meat, fresh off the grill."
Wentworth didn't object. "Sure, just make the portion generous."
"Want honey glaze added?" the owner asked.
"Yes." Both Wentworth and Matilda were from Phoenix City and liked adding a touch of sweetness to their grilled meat.
The owner teased again, "You two are already sweet enough—why add more sweetness?"