“You woke up so wet. So slick and hot.”
“That’s what happens when a gorgeous man spends the night making my body shake in ecstasy.”
“Gorgeous, huh?” He grinned and settled on his knees, dropping my legs over his shoulders so I was basically hanging in the air with nothing to grab on to other than a really great pair of hard, muscular thighs. “This is a pretty fucking gorgeous sight too,” he said and sank his tongue deep into my pussy, stabbing at my opening with his tongue as his fingers flicked my clit. He licked and sucked, eating my pussy like it was his last meal.
I felt like I was floating, unable to do anything but hang suspended from his shoulders while he drove my body crazy. I felt his lips wrap around my clit, his stubble scraping against my most sensitive parts as a powerful orgasm tore out of me, left me shaking violently while he continued to lick and suck, though slower now to keep me on the edge of heaven.
Jack gave me one final lick as he lowered me to the bed and switched our positions so I sat astride him. “You looked so sexy, naked and asleep, I just couldn’t help myself.”
Damn why did that sound so good to hear? Jack couldn’t help himself when it came to me? My inner teenage girl wanted to squeal with delight, but the woman on the surface was cautious and turned on.
“I’m glad,” I told him and rolled my hips. “That’s definitely one for the fantasy file.”
“Fantasy file?”
I nodded. “Yeah you know when you’re by yourself and in need of some lovin’ you open up the fantasy file for a little assistance.”
“That shower blow job is definitely going into my fantasy file.” His stomach growled and mine followed seconds later, putting a hold on our morning plans.
After a quick breakfast and another round on the couch, we fell asleep with our limbs tangled in his bed. I woke up first, listening to the quiet still air as my thoughts swirled. Sleeping with Jack had been even more thrilling than I imagined, hell my imagination wasn’t capable of imagining all the things we’d done last night. This morning. But I knew this was just as I told him earlier, a fantasy. But now that I knew how good it could be, my heart beat wildly at the thought this could be more.
Soft, warm lips pressed against my shoulder, then my neck and behind my ear. Jack groaned. “You feel so good like this.”
I couldn’t agree more, and with a smile I turned so we were face to face and I froze. He looked hesitant and worried. “What? Just say it, Jack,” I urged him as I slid to the edge of the bed and stood in anticipation of his rejection.
“It’s not what you’re thinking Sierra.” His tone sounded annoyed, like he had any right to be annoyed. “Last night was amazing. Hell, I don’t think I’ve ever had such great sex before.” He flashed a grin that I knew made women forget their minds, because I almost let it happen to me.
“But, it’s not me it’s you, right?”
He nodded. “Kind of, yeah. It’s just, I don’t have any more than this to offer you, or anyone, right now. I understand if it’s not enough for you, but until I get this ranch going I can’t do more.”
My gaze narrowed at him. “I don’t remember asking you for more, Jack.” I turned on my heels and marched across the hall to my own bedroom. I didn’t slam the door, because I didn’t need to be all that dramatic, I knew this was coming. Jack wanted me, I could tell that much, but he still saw me as some immature kid, no matter what he said about commitment and focus.
I collapsed onto the bed, naked and still smelling of him. Of us and our sex, taunting me with something that would never happen again. It couldn’t really happen again, not if I valued my sanity. I drifted off to a sleep filled with dreams of me and Jack, sharing the ranch house and sharing a bed. Sharing our lives, laughing and smiling. And making love. But the dreams faded as reality took hold and pulled me awake.
Jack didn’t want a relationship with me, but he was open to sex. Fun, no strings, in house sex. Could I do that? I knew I could make love with Jack again and again, the man had proven to me that not only could I have as many orgasms as he could give me, but could I do that without my feelings getting tangled up?
With any other man the answer would be an easy yes. But the problem with Jack was that there were already feelings there. Had been since before I hit puberty and—damn them—had persisted into adulthood. Those feelings had been easy enough to ignore when he was off with the Rangers, but with him back in Lucky Flats I couldn’t lie to myself any longer.
A hot shower did nothing to help me decide. All I could think about was me and Jack in the shower, rubbing soap-slick hands up and down, exploring each other’s bodies. I stepped out of the shower and took a long look at myself in the mirror, skin flushed and glowing from a night filled with incredible sex, lips kiss swollen and green eyes shining with…happiness?
A slow smile spread across my face. Could I do this? “Hell yeah, I can!” I could—and I would—have sex with Jack for a little while longer without engaging my feelings. This wouldn’t turn out the way things had turned out for Sage and Mason, but I would get a few more memories of Jack before I let this silly crush go for good.
Resolved, I went to my closet and changed into something sexy. Something irresistible. And I had the perfect outfit to grab his attention. I’d bought it with Jack in mind, though I never imagined he’d get to see it. After rubbing cherry scented lotion over my body, I dressed in an Army green tank top, ripped at the ribcage and an Army fatigue micro-mini complete with a matching hat. I smiled and stood tall before opening the door and walking across the hall to knock.
Jack pulled the door open and muttered a curse. “Sierra.” His words were low and deep, nostrils flared and his hands flexed.
I put a finger to his lips. “I’m in,” I told him wearing what I hoped was a sultry, confident smile. “Starting now.” I jumped into his arms, kissing him hard and fast until he laid me down and loved me until our bodies begged for food.
I could do this. I was pretty sure I could.
Jack
I’d forgotten how grueling ranch work could be, but three days of rising early to get shit done had me feeling strangely invigorated. But that might have something to do with late nights spent buried between the thighs of a gorgeous woman with and a passion for trying new things.
New positions.
Halloween night had been a surprise of epic proportions. When I saw her dressed up like, of all things, a sexy leprechaun my dick had instantly gotten rock hard. Somehow a little harmless flirting had turned into a short drive to the ranch and a night of mind blowing sex. Every night since had been even more spectacular than the last, taking both of our bodies to heights even I could have never imagined. She was so fucking responsive, it took just the hook of a finger to have her coming apart on my hand. My mouth. My cock.
I had to shake myself out of those thoughts because my cock hardened behind dirty jeans, and I knew when I made it to the main house Sierra wouldn’t be there. She was asleep—in her own bed—when I got up before the sun, something that pissed me off, but she refused to talk about it. She always got up and went to sleep in her room, depriving me of taking her in the middle of the night. Again. Soon, I planned to change that.
My legs ached from repairing a fence, fixing the stables and getting some cleanup work done in the barns. They shook as I climbed the stairs leading to the back porch and mudroom where I removed my boots before going inside.
“Damn,” I groaned at the smells swirling around the kitchen. “Sierra!” I knew she wouldn’t be here, but I called for her anyway.
My body craved hers, couldn’t get enough and just the scent of her had my cock standing up to take notice. I ran up the stairs for a quick hot shower. When I came back down I grinned at the note propped up against the crock pot.
“Enjoy but don’t get used to it, and save some for me. Sierra.”
I grinned and opened the lid, groaning at the aroma of beef stew as it made my mouth water. I made a big bowl and took a seat, happy t
o be off my feet. The cattle would be delivered next week and the ranch was just about ready for their arrival. I couldn’t help but smile thinking about how my dream was finally coming true, even if it required someone else to help me achieve it. Sierra had taken her role as co-owner pretty casually, agreeing to raise organic cattle once I showed her my business plan.
The front door slammed open followed by a string of frustrated curses from a feminine mouth I knew well. “Stupid fucking bags!”
“Need some help?” She had about eight shopping bags in her arms, three of them on the verge of falling.
“Nah, I thought I would just let all these new purchases crash to the ground.”
“Smart ass.” I grabbed all but two bags from her arms and she followed me to the kitchen. “What are you doing home?”
She frowned and put the bags on the table. “I live here.”
“I know that, but it’s early for a bar to be closed, isn’t it?” I pulled a pillow from one of the bags. “A pillow?”
“It’s called a throw pillow and it’s an accent for the living room.”
“So, you came home to bring me pillows?”
Head tossed back, she laughed, a halo of red giving her a fairy-like quality. “No. I came home because I thought maybe, you were sick of riding that horse and wanted something more…appreciative of the ride.”
Holy fuck. My cock went hard instantly. I closed the gap between us and fisted both hands in her hair, tugging gently as I dragged my tongue up the length of her neck. That sexy little gasp she let out and that devilish smile only made me want her more.
“I’m listening.”
Sierra stepped back, still grinning, as she tugged her black and white Double Barrel t-shirt over her head and tossed at it at me. “Did you hear that? Or maybe this,” she asked as she tugged the pulled her zipper down and stepped from her jeans.
Fuck me. She stood there wearing green lace that cupped her tits perfectly and made her legs look endless. Pale, freckled skin was flush with arousal and I could only think of one thing. Having her. “The only thing I want to hear is how wet you are for me now.”
“Hmm, let’s see.” Her gaze never left mine as one hand snaked down her flat stomach and disappeared beneath the green lace. The moment her fingers slid through her pussy I could almost imagine I heard how wet she was. When she held two fingers out to me I thought I might come right in my jeans. “You tell me.”
Her green eyes darkened when I took hold of her wrist and brought it to my mouth, sucking her juices clean. “Well now sweetheart, you’ve gone and put me in the mood for another ride altogether.” Knees bent I scooped her up in my arms and took the stairs two at a time until we were in my room. In seconds, we were both naked and panting, staring at each other, unable to look away. I jumped on the bed and grinned. “Hop on.”
She straddled my hips and her tongue snuck out and slicked across her bottom lip.
“Higher,” I told her, loving the way her fair skin flushed so pink as she obeyed my command. I said it again and she visibly shivered. “Better,” I told her when her knees straddled my head.
“Jack,” she groaned at the first swipe of my tongue through her sweet nectar. “Yes.” The moans came from deep within her and when her hips began to move, back and forth across my tongue. Faster and faster she went until I grabbed her ass and stopped her movements, sucking on her clit with enough pressure to trigger a wild orgasm that left me covered with her juices. Her legs trembled but my tongue kept up a slow and steady torture that forced out these little whimpers that were so hot I felt my cock begin to leak.
“Was that ride good enough?”
Sierra shimmied down my torso until we were face to face, smiling as she licked my bottom lip, then my top lip before sliding in and sucking on my tongue, groaning as my cock stiffened between her legs. The feel of her mouth on me lit a fire deep inside, boiling my blood as her tongue slid down my neck and her pussy leaked down my cock. “It was a really, really good start.”
Hips rocking slowly until the head of my cock slipped in, sinking into her wet heat. I grunted when I was fully seated and she let out a strangled groan. “Sierra, fuck me.”
“I plan to,” she grinned and planted her palms on my chest, sliding up and down on my cock, head thrown back looking absolutely fucking gorgeous with dark pink nipples beaded and waiting for my mouth.
Pulling one tight bead in my mouth, I sucked hard and she clenched around me. She rode me hard and fast, tits bouncing as we both barreled towards the ultimate pleasure. I’d never had a woman set me off so fast, not even after months and years of being surrounded by men and finding a long weekend fling. Sierra’s tits made my mouth water, and the way she rode my cock, using my body to pleasure herself.
The doorbell rang and seconds later a voice called out. “Sierra! Jack! Where are you guys?”
We both froze but Sierra laughed. “It’s Sage.”
“I know.”
“Be down in a minute,” she called out with a laugh before she turned back to me with a mischievous grin. “I’m close, are you?”
My hands squeezed her ass hard. “So close.”
“Good,” she told me and then planted her feet on the bed beside me, riding me hard and fast, with an intensity I hadn’t yet seen from her. Closer and closer we charged forward with no goal other than absolute pleasure. Soon her walls clenched around me, milking me as her orgasm ripped through her. She shook, hands braced on my chest as I pounded up into her with reckless abandon. “That was a thrilling ride,” she laughed, breathless.
“Even though it was shortened?”
“It got the job done,” she flashed a smile and leaned forward, kissing me until we were both breathless and my cock started to grow inside her again. “Too bad Sage is downstairs because I couldn’t definitely go for another round.”
I smacked her ass hard, making her shiver and clench again around my cock. “Later,” I promised.
We both knew it was a promise I would definitely keep.
* * *
“So, you and Sierra, huh?” Sage sat on the back porch with a glass of lemonade in one hand while the other rubbed her swollen belly. Looking at me with a goofy grin on her face.
“I’m not talking about this with you.”
“Oh, come on, you saw Mason inside of me, the least you can do is share.”
I could have done without that particular reminder. “Don’t ever say those words again or your baby’s first word will be ‘motherfucker’.”
She gasped. “You wouldn’t.”
“Try me.”
“You’re no fun. Just tell me this, is it just sex or something more?”
Why couldn’t I have a younger brother? Life would have been so much easier, especially since Sierra was her best friend. “It’s just sex,” I finally answered, suddenly feeling ashamed of that fact.
“Oh. Okay,” she said, voice thick with disappointment. “Just be careful Jack, you know she’s had a thing for you forever.”
I sighed because goddammit, I did know. “We’ve talked about it and Sierra said she can handle it.”
Sage opened her mouth and quickly shut it. She regrouped twice before she said a word. “I know she said that Jack but, just be careful. Please?”
“Yeah,” I grunted because what the hell else could I say? I knew Sierra was into me, and I took her to bed anyway. Over and over again. It would bite me in the ass soon, but for the life of me I didn’t care. Being with her felt too damn good. “How are you feeling?”
“Fine,” she grinned wistfully and rubbed her belly. “The baby is moving a lot these days and I’m getting so big it’s difficult to massage the horses.”
“It’s a good thing you hired an apprentice.”
“Intern, but yeah it is great. Though she is surprisingly down these days since Tanner took off for the rodeo.”
I had to laugh at that. Tanner left a string of women everywhere he went, the guy was a real ladies’ man. “He reminds me of one
the of the guys I served with.”
“Let me guess, Chris Sullivan?”
“How’d you know?” Chris was the youngest in our regiment, so fucking full of life. One moment he was there laughing and showing off his dimples, and the next his brains were splattered all over me.
“Your letters, of course. I feel like I know all those guys. I had such on crush on Chris just because of what you said about him.” She wore a small smile and shook her head. “I’m glad you’re back Jack. I’ve missed having you around.”
“Yeah, I missed you too kiddo.”
She barked out a laugh. “A kiddo with a kiddo inside of her.”
I frowned. “You always know how to make everything sound so inappropriate.”
“Yeah well, says the guy who’s poking my best friend.”
“And it’s time for you to go.” I helped her stand. “You really should be put on a tether until that thing comes out of you.”
She laughed and held on to my arm as I walked her back to her car. “I’ll tell Mason you said so.” She stopped at the door and turned, and I felt a lecture coming on. “Please Jack, remember what I said about Sierra. I know she’s tough but she has a soft spot for you. Be careful.” She kissed my check and I helped her into the car.
As I watched my sister drive away my heart felt heavy. Was I doing the right thing, this no strings thing with Sierra? Would she end up hating me? Or worse, would she want to dissolve our partnership? I had no fucking clue, but even now, as Sage’s words rang in my ears the only thing I could think about was driving up to the Double Barrel and slipping into some dark corner or room with Sierra, and not leaving until she was screaming my name and coming apart on my cock.
I hopped in my truck and aimed it towards the Double Barrel.
Sierra
“We definitely have to stop meeting like this.” I could admit to a certain thrill that Jack wanted me so much he drove up to the bar after putting in a full day on the ranch, just to have a few moments alone with me. It wouldn’t last, we both knew that, but I planned to enjoy every moment of it while it did.
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