by Penny Wylder
Because that's what you do when you have liquid cash to piss through. I know. I do it too.
Scrolling through my emails, I have a few from my professors at school. Reminders of what I'm working toward. My name on the covers of fashion magazines, my designs on the runways. It's what I've spent the last few years focusing on.
My stomach coils like corded rope, and my throat feels like it's swelling. There's a weight on my chest, and my heart is beating rapidly. I'm anxious. It's making my hands clammy and the air around me thick as molasses.
What the hell is going on with me?
Where is this coming from?
I love that world. I love the bustling streets and bright lights. I love the city that never sleeps. It's where I belong. . .
And yet, the thought of closing this deal and going back home makes my tongue swell, and acid bubble up in the back of my throat with fear. I can't understand this feeling that's beginning to consume me.
It's a fear I've never felt before, and I have no idea how to shut it off. I should be eager to get back to New York. Eager to slip back into my life. But inexplicably. . .I'm not.
Shutting my phone off, I tuck it back inside my bag, being sure to push it deep down inside. I don't want to see any of that right now. Shoving the bag under the bed, I feel like the further out of sight it is, the further out of my mind it will be.
Quietly, I sneak back into Ryder's room, and slip back in bed. He moves slightly, his arm reflexively falling back around me and pulling me close. And I let him.
It feels too good to not be in his arms. There's a level of comfort that I've never gotten anywhere else.
It feels like home. The thought makes me smile, relaxing the fear and anxiety that had taken hold of me before.
Rolling over to face him, I study his face. He's so sexy and cute as he sleeps. His eyes are flickering behind his closed lids. Every so often his eyebrows wiggle and his mouth tightens and relaxes.
Gently, I run my fingers up over his jaw, sweeping them across his lips. Moving up the side of his face, I slip my hand into his hair. I can't stop touching him. Pushing through his hair, my fingers tickle down the back of his neck, following his spine all the way to his ass.
Ryder chuckles, his eyes still closed as he says, “That tickles.”
“Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you.” Pulling my hand away, I tuck it up between his chest and mine.
“You don't need to stop touching me.” He opens is eyes and smiles. “Good morning.”
“Morning.”
“No, I mean good morning,” he says it with a grin on his face as he pushes his erection against my inner thigh.
Giggling, I nibble on my bottom lip as I look into his eyes. “Shouldn't it be wood morning?” I ask.
Ryder lets out a laugh that’s more like a growl as he grabs my ass and tugs me in, erasing any space between us. “That does sound better.”
His firm cock presses between my thighs and slips over my pussy. His thick length is moving back and forth over the surface of my slit as he starts to rock his hips. Ryder places light kisses against my cheek, moving his mouth down my neck and then back up.
Palming my breast, he grips my thigh and pulls it over his waist. I'm soaking wet already. My pussy is warm and slick. The tip of his dick teases my entrance, causing my muscles to shake.
Kissing my chin, Ryder pinches my nipple, rolling it between his thumb and finger. “I like this. Waking up with a beautiful girl in my bed. I'm not going to lie, I could get used to it.” He jerks his hips, forcing his cock to spread my lips open.
Moaning, I dig my fingers into the muscles of his back and roll my body forward. “I won't lie either and say this isn't nice.” Lifting my leg higher, I slip one hand down his chest, and over his abs. Grabbing his cock, I slide it through my arousal.
Ryder closes his eyes and groans. Slow and gentle, he presses his cock inside my pussy. He's so hard, solid as granite as his cock opens me wide. Pushing all the way inside me, his body goes rigid.
He's so deep, stretching my walls to the max. His cock pulses inside me, causing my stomach to clench. Pulling back out to the tip, he pushes back in with such slowness it sends a shiver through my body.
Arching my head back, I coo, “Mm, Ryder.”
Ryder grabs my chin, pulling my face down and looking me in the eyes. “Don't look away. I want to see you.” His gaze settles on mine, his expression seductive, locking my eyes on his.
His body moves as he begins to fuck me. Every muscle in his body is tense and tight. I'm at his mercy right now. His hands hold me in place, his thick length spearing me with a tenderness that makes my toes curl.
We're laying on our sides, my leg curled around his body, and his leg slipped between mine. Thrusting up, he stays still again, watching me, drinking up every moan and heavy breath I let out.
I'm losing my fucking mind. I want him to slam inside me, fucking me hard and fast until I finally explode with pleasure.
Only he doesn't. He won't. He's enjoying this too much. I can see it in his eyes.
My clit rubs against his lower belly, and I'm rolling my hips with every thrust, trying to ease the need I feel for more.
And then, out of nowhere, he throws his cock inside me, and with just a few quick and hard strokes, an orgasm fans through every inch of my body like a firework in the sky. I'm breathing heavy, my eyes still steady on his.
Ryder suddenly stops moving, but I feel his cock inside me. It's throbbing, pulsing, and there's a light tremble that radiates from his hands to my skin, and I feel his hot cum filling me up inside.
He smiles, pulling himself free and rolling onto his back. “Now it's a great morning.”
“It is,” I say as he holds out his arm and I snuggle up against his side. “So, I'm not sure what work needs to get done, but I should probably take a trip into town for some clothes.”
“We can do that. I don't think my sister wants to lend you her entire wardrobe.”
“Yeah. I'd rather ruin my own clothes than hers.”
“Well, the store opens at nine. We can go grab breakfast and then head to the store after.”
Smiling, I twirl my finger through the small tuft of hair in the center of his chest. There's something about this that feels so natural. His arm wrapped around me. The way my body fits perfectly against his.
I know none of this can be real. I have dreams. I have goals.
And none of them include falling for a country boy and staying here.
Am I just doing exactly what I've done for years, lying to myself until I believe it?
Ignoring the questions that swirl through my head, I remind myself why I'm here. Make the sale, get it done.
Throwing on some clothes, we head downstairs. We're walking to the front door when the handle turns and the door opens. Melody stops in her tracks, her eyes growing wide as they land on me.
“Morning,” he says to her, giving her an overly happy smile.
Her gaze shifts between us. “I'm just here for some clothes. I picked up an extra shift today and then I'm meeting Daniel in town for dinner.” The rattle in her voice is telling. She isn’t sure what else to say.
“Sure, we can handle the farm all on our own,” Ryder says with a grin.
“We?” she asks, her voice confused.
“Yeah, we. Jenna's gave me a hand yesterday and she’s gonna pitch in today, too. She's going to help out for as long as she's here. So, take as many shifts as you like, she'll be here for a little bit longer.” He tosses his keys up in the air and catches them. “All right, you ready?” he asks, turning his attention to me.
“Yeah, I'm ready when you are.”
“Where are you two going?” Melody asks. She folds her arms over her chest, her eyes turning to slits as she glares at me.
“To town. Jenna needs some clothes, but we're grabbing breakfast first. You're more than welcome to come with us, if you want.”
“I'm good,” she snaps, flailing a hand as she walks pas
t us and heads upstairs.
“Text me later,” Ryder calls up to her as she disappears around the corner.
“Yup!” she yells back.
“She hates me,” I say, letting my eyes drift up to his.
“She doesn't hate you. She's just being protective of her big brother.” He takes my hand, pulling me along with him down to his truck. “Don't worry about her though, she'll warm up to you soon enough.”
“And if she doesn't?”
“Then she's grounded.” He flashes me a playful grin.
I don't know why it bothers me. It's not like I'm staying here forever. She doesn't have to worry about me being around all the time. She'll have her brother all to herself soon enough.
The thought cuts through my chest, making my heart hurt. Deep down I know this isn't my life. I don't belong here. My life is in the city.
And in the same breath, it hurts to think about leaving.
9
Jenna
One day turns into another, and before I realize it, a week has gone by. Every day is new. He shows me how to do things on the farm I wasn't allowed to as a kid. I mowed the back field, used a chainsaw to cut back some thick brush, and even helped him clean the silos.
And every night, we fall into bed together. A perfect ending to a perfect day. The work is hard, but something about it is fulfilling. I can't explain it. I feel good when I'm on the farm.
The more I do, the more I remember. It's like riding a bike. The memory is there, the skills are there, it's just a matter of digging them up.
Standing on a ladder, I'm brushing the side of the barn with a new coat of paint. The sun is hot against my back.
“I like this view,” Ryder says.
Looking down, he's staring up at my ass. “I bet you do.”
He bounces his brows and bites his lip. “I do. I'm tempted to tear you off the ladder and drag you upstairs.”
“What's wrong? Too afraid to fuck me out in the open?”
He smirks and looks around. “That's not a bad idea either.”
Laughing out loud, I look back at the wall and continue painting as I say, “Did you just come to tease me? Because I have work to do or the boss is going to get upset.”
“Yeah, he might punish you. Maybe a spanking is in order.”
“You're bad.” Shaking my head, I'm smiling.
“Actually, I have some cold drinks and lunch if you want to take a break.”
“Sounds good to me.” Dropping the brush in the bucket, I climb down the ladder.
His hands grab my ass, holding me firm. “Don't want you to fall,” he says, giving my ass a squeeze.
As I jump off the bottom rung, Ryder spins me around, wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me in for a kiss.
“You can pitch me again. We can see how this one goes.”
“This one might get you actually, I have faith in it.”
Crooking his jaw, he tips his head side to side. “We'll have to see, I guess.”
Ryder has let me try to change his mind every day at lunch. It's become this game with him. He nods along, oohing and aahing with interest. Each time I think I'm swaying him to sign, he says no. But he smiles like he appreciates my effort, and kisses me after like I'm his girlfriend.
Today is no different. I give him my best pitch yet. Telling him that the sale of the farm could provide enough money for him to put Melody through college and still leave him with enough to buy a small piece of land for himself.
He strokes his jaw in thought for a few moments. Peering up at the sky, he looks like this time I might have a point. I'm waiting anxiously in front of him, wondering if this is it. Bobbling back and forth between both feet, I can't stand still.
“As great as that sounds, the answer is still no.”
“Another no? What a shock.” The strange thing is that I'm not disappointed in his answer. The little voice that's been begging him to agree is now taking a back seat to the voice that's begging him to say no.
Standing up, he takes a long stride in my direction. “I have a pitch for you, though.” He reaches out and softly rubs the underside of my arms with the tips of his fingers. “What do you think about me throwing you over my shoulder and taking you upstairs?”
“I was right.” Smiling up at him, I gently nibble the tip of my tongue.
“Right about what?”
“You're afraid to fuck me out here.”
Growling, Ryder grins as he lunges forward. Grabbing me around the waist, he tosses me over his shoulder as if I was a bale of hay. He doesn't struggle at all as he carries me down the hill toward the barn.
“Where are you taking me?” I ask with a giggle.
“A place I always wanted to fuck you but never had the chance.”
I wobble and bounce on his shoulder as he walks with determination. Throwing the barn door open, it slams shut behind him as he walks inside. Ryder moves to the ladder that leads up to the loft, climbing it easily despite me hanging on his shoulder.
Swinging me over, he drops me onto a giant pile of hay. “I remember coming up here when we were kids.”
“Yeah, me too. It was our fort. We'd come up here and read comic books, do homework, and just hang out.” He lays down next to me, softly tracing the shell of my ear with his fingers. “Every piece of this place reminds me of you. I've never been able to erase you from it.”
Looking over at him, his eyes settle on my face, and instantly I see the hurt I’ve caused him. The green in his eyes is dark, shaded like a pond under an oak tree. The pain is visible, the loss is visible, all of it is written in his eyes.
“I never meant to—” I start to speak, but he quickly shoves my voice back into my throat as he kisses me.
His mouth is hard, his kiss delirious and unhinged. He's unraveling right in front of my eyes, turning his pain into lust. Curling his tongue around mine, he pushes all my guilt away with one savage kiss.
It's amazing how he does this. How he clears my mind and all I see is him. His hands are in my hair as he climbs on top of me, pressing me deeper into the hay. I can feel it tangling with my hair and tickling the back of my legs.
Using his knees, he presses my legs open wider. Dropping his hips down, I can feel his hard bulge against my pussy. Firm, thick, and threatening to break through the denim.
Pulling away, he looks down at me. His eyes flick between mine as his fingers massage my scalp. He looks like he wants to say something, but whatever it is, it stays with him.
Ryder crushes my lips, turning his thoughts into actions. Grabbing a fistful of hair, he pulls my head closer to his. Kissing me deeper, harder, with intoxicating need I can feel him force through my body.
His hand finds the button on my jeans, tugging it free. Lifting my hips, he shimmies my pants down my legs and tosses them away like they don't belong anywhere near us.
Grabbing his shirt, I rip it over his head, exposing a work of art. Muscles and ink paint his body. My fingers trace the black lines, following them over hard shoulders and a firm chest.
Moving my fingers down his stomach, I work his button free, shoving his pants down to his thighs. I drag my nails up and down his hard cock, and he throws his head back with a moan. I roll the waistband of his boxers down an inch, so just the head of his cock, red and swollen, is peeking out. I lower my head and lick, slowly, a circle around the crown. Then I pop it into my mouth and start sucking. My head bobs, quick and shallow little sucks, but the effect on Ryder is instant and electric. I feel him try to remain in control. His thigh muscles are steel under my hand, and if it weren’t for the occasional hisses he makes as my tongue laps at his dick, I’d think he wasn’t breathing at all. I can tell he wants more when his hips start moving, just ever so slightly, and I taste the precum starting too ooze over my tongue.
I drag his boxers down below his balls as I take him farther in my mouth, and then I grab his balls, hard, as I take his cock as deep in my throat as I can. That’s when he breaks. His hands fly to my ha
ir holding my head steady, and he pumps into my mouth, all semblance of control gone. His cock is hitting the back of my throat and I feel him swelling in my mouth, getting bigger if that’s even possible. I can feel every vein sliding against my tongue. The urge to breathe begins to overwhelm me, but the feeling of his fingers digging in my scalp, and the guttural sounds escaping his throat tell me to wait, let this play out a few seconds more. My pussy is dripping, feeling him taking what he wants from me, fucking my mouth as if it’s the only thing in the entire world that matters to him. I slide my hand between my legs and rub a finger over my clit, hoping to feel a fraction of what he does.
Just when I think I’ll need to pull away to breathe, Ryder grabs my hair tighter and I feel his cum shooting down my throat. His cries echo across the rafters of the barn, and his cock jumps inside my mouth. He falls backwards onto the hay with a delirious smile across his face, and I fall over onto his chest, laughing.
As his breathing comes back to normal, I trail a piece of hay across his chest and around his nipples. I watch as the hairs on his chest rise in the path of where I touch him. His face is a mask of absolute contentment.
“Did you ever daydream of that when we were kids?” I ask, laughing.
“Honestly, I can say that that was beyond my wildest dreams,” he says, rolling over. “I never thought I’d get that lucky.”
He palms my breast and kisses me gently. On my lips, and then down my throat, and then back up the other side of my jaw to my lips again. His kiss is deep and tender. I stroke his cock, still slick from my mouth, and feel it stir again in my hand. His lips slip free from mine and he steals nips of my skin all the way down my throat until he finds my nipple.
Plucking my nipple with his teeth, he exhales a hot breath across my skin, sending chills through my body. Moving to my other breast, Ryder rolls my nipple between his teeth, biting down a little harder.
It's so erotic. The slight twinge of pain and the tingle of arousal is enough to make me moan. And then his hand moves down my belly and he slides his fingers up and down my wet slit, barely grazing my clit.
