“Oh my God, you jerk!” she wailed and bolted up after Trevor shook his dripping wet hair over her.
He laughed out loud, not concerned with the threats she tossed his way. Out of breath and not able to stop his laughter, he dropped to his knees beside her. Although thoroughly pissed off, she felt her anger fizzle away as she gazed at his broad, muscled shoulders hunched over in front of her as he supported himself on all fours. Water beaded on his goose-bumped flesh. She wanted to lick him dry, to get a taste of heaven.
“Sorry.”
His teasing smile said that he wasn’t, but his words were like an aphrodisiac. His voice, the way he made his whisper so deep and husky, ignited flares within her.
When he rose to his knees, her eyes drifted to his boxers, skin tight and transparent. Wasn’t a man’s penis supposed to shrink when he was cold? His grew hard and thick, pressed up diagonally across his body. Nothing to be ashamed of.
“See something you like?” he asked in the same sultry whisper.
She swallowed hard and for some reason couldn’t peel her eyes away. Every passing second made her look more and more pathetic, but she couldn’t help herself. She envisioned herself impaling her pussy on his hard cock and feeling the same pleasure she had yesterday with Conner. When she finally glanced up to meet his eyes, her fate was sealed. His youthful skin, bright blue eyes, and hungry mouth had her panting for what he could give her.
Grace reached out and gripped his erection through the thin material. Her eyes never lost contact with his. Some subliminal sexual energy passed between them, grew stronger with every breath.
“What are you gonna do with me, Grace?”
She licked her lips, needing to feel the texture of his dick in her mouth. Her pussy throbbed, and she thought she might be salivating. God help her. Her body controlled her, just as it had last night.
Trevor, picking up on the cues, stood, tugged off his wet boxers and grabbed the sides of her head in his strong hands. She didn’t hesitate and lunged forward and latched onto his cock waving freely in the air. It felt warm, ribbed, and silky on her tongue. She sucked hard, fucked him with her mouth enthusiastically. Her eyes raked up his ripped upper body, his head thrown back in satisfaction. She took him deep, savored his taste and firmness.
“Yeah, baby, just like that. I’m gonna make you scream when I fuck you.”
He growled and grabbed her hair firmly, but she loved the sting. It drove her on. With no experience giving oral sex, she instinctively knew how to pleasure him. She swirled her tongue around the swollen head, flicked the nub of skin beneath it, and lapped up its length before sucking deep. With a firm grip on the base of his shaft, she pumped him simultaneously. Being in the wide-open space, rather than the privacy of a bedroom, added to the thrill of the act.
“Get naked, Grace. I want inside you.”
He pulled her head back, and breathless, she collapsed on her knees. Trevor pulled up her T-shirt and unclasped her bra from behind. He nearly tackled her to her back. His breaths sounded like snarls as he sucked her neck and fondled her breasts. His lust brought out the savage side of him, but he still didn’t compare to the brutality of Conner.
With one hand, he fought with her jeans, seeming to forget how to use his fingers. Every second and every tug made her hotter and needier. She anticipated his thick cock embedding deep and calming the raging inferno burning inside her.
“Hurry, Trevor!”
Her request made him lethal. He peeled back the jeans and tore her thin panties clear from her, burning a streak on her thigh. Watching as his muscles shifted beautifully with every move, she gasped and tensed at his sudden urgency. Once she was free of her clothing, he spread her legs open by the knees. She winced at the force. She wasn’t a wishbone, but felt like one. With a growl, he dropped over her and took a less than gentle bite at the side of her waist. The second time a man bit her. She liked it. The single act forced a violent rush of energy straight to her core. He stalked up her body, kissing, sucking, nibbling. His invasion made her lust grow, made the world go away. Her ache became desperate, and it ate away at any remaining control she possessed.
When he took her breast into his mouth, she shuddered. The warm, wet suction made her toes curl and heat radiate up through her. He slipped his hand across her stomach to the juncture between her legs. Everything was smooth. She loved the silky, clean feel. Trevor’s fingers found her weakness, teased her sensitive nub while he continued to suck her breasts like a starved infant. She closed her eyes, giving in to the total euphoria sweeping over her, giving herself freely. When he dipped two fingers inside her, she pressed her hips up against him and knew she couldn’t take much more playing around. Since the first night in his truck, she had craved him, and she was about to have him.
“Trevor, just do me. Please.”
“Mmmm, you want me to fuck you? You want my dick shoved deep inside that sweet little pussy?”
“Oh God, stop teasing, and give me what I want.” His dirty talk enhanced all her hormones, already making her dizzy with desire.
He grabbed his erection and tickled her slit with its head, moistening it in her overflow of juices.
“You’re wet, Grace. So wet. You want me to suck that pussy first? I bet you taste perfect.”
She dug her nails into his shoulders. “No, just fuck me.” She clenched her teeth, waiting for him to pound into her, to give her exactly what she needed. He eased himself into her vagina for the first time. His cock felt so warm and firm. She hissed through her teeth when every inch of him filled her. He ducked low for a kiss, his blue eyes trained on hers, his mop of dirty blond hair hanging over his cheeks. What a gorgeous man. Grace clenched her muscles around his cock, urged him to continue. Not that she would mind kissing his beautiful face all day, but her core ached and demanded action.
She pressed up into him, and he came down on her hard. Over and over, he thrust into her, grinding her back into the tablecloth and cool grass. She crossed her heels over his back, pulled him tight. Trevor was young and so full of sexual energy that she imagined he could fuck her all day long and never grow tired. With every pump of his cock, she gasped as erotic energy jolted through her, bringing her closer to orgasm.
“Trevor. Yes. More,” she moaned. She had never imagined sex could be this good, this delicious. It controlled her. Most of her waking moments were spent imagining potential encounters with Conner or Trevor. What was happening to her? In the span of a few days, she went from perfectly innocent to some naughty, uninhibited slut. She didn’t feel like a slut.
“I’ll give you more, baby.”
He pulled out, igniting the ache. After quickly flipping her, he didn’t spare time before fucking her from behind. She gasped in relief and instant pleasure when he filled her again. He gripped her hips and rode her harder. Faster. The way she liked it. He pumped her like a finely tuned machine. Beads of sweat fell onto her back. Trevor used his thumb to caress the tight round opening of her ass, soft, whisper-light touches that felt surprisingly amazing. She had no idea so many nerve endings lived in that area, but it only took a few seconds for her to reach an explosive orgasm that had her panting his name and nearly gagging on the intense shudders rocking her body. Her vaginal walls kneaded Trevor’s cock toward his own release. With the last brutal pump, he groaned like an angry bear and collapsed over her.
Grace wasn’t sure how long they had lain there under the sun, sweat-glistened and spent beyond words. Nothing compared to that kind of afterglow. If only it could be bottled and sold.
“I don’t love you, Trevor.” She wasn’t sure where the words came from or why she had the sudden urge to say them, but she did. At this point, she realized that she loved nobody. The fact scared her. Was she emotionally damaged? Did she even want to love a man and allow him such power over her again? She didn’t think she could trust again, not after what Ken put her through.
Trevor gave a little snort and rolled over to face her. “Never asked you to love me,
Grace. I’m just trying to show you a good time. Nothing more.”
He kissed her forehead and started dressing. Guilt radiated through her. Trevor deserved to be loved. She just wasn’t the one to provide it. Everyone deserved to be loved, didn’t they? Who would love her, really love her? A rush of emotion threatened to bring tears to her eyes, but now was not the place for such a display.
Chaos and confusion seemed the best words to describe her current state of being. She didn’t regret what she had done with Conner or Trevor, though. Liberating herself sexually seemed the only real thing she’d done in a long time.
Chapter Nine
Grace spent the next few days around the house, avoiding the men and the barn that always led to trouble…and sex. Guilt, confusion, and sadness overwhelmed her. She spent many hours crying into her pillow and staring at her reflection in the mirror, trying to tell herself she was worth something. Staring deep into her dark eyes, she saw the depth of her own soul. It lacked. No happily-ever-after awaited her back home, and the men she fooled around with didn’t see her as their long-lost princess either. It was bad enough that Ken had pimped her out for the wife swap, but now she participated willingly. Worlds different, in her opinion. In her heart, she knew things could never go back to the way they were with Ken. Not that they were ever any good to start with. But the fact both of them had had affairs, whether legally or not, tarnished any marriage vows they had once made.
Grace had a craving for Mr. Wagner’s homemade hot chocolate, so she sneaked out to the kitchen late that night. She planned to replicate the recipe the best she could but found Mr. Wagner already in the kitchen.
“Well, hello there, stranger,” Mr. Wagner said. He sat alone at the table with a newspaper and what appeared to be hot chocolate. She must have eyed it a moment too long because he commented, “Would you like me to make you one?”
She smiled guiltily. “That would be great. I think you’ve got me addicted.”
“Nonsense. You can’t have too much of a good thing, and Great-Grandma’s cocoa is a very good thing.” He grinned in that adorable way only he was capable of. Slowly, he rose from his seat and meandered to the cupboards to locate a small pot.
Grace sat on a stool and watched him moving about, adding ingredients to the pot. Milk, cream, cocoa, sugar, and more she couldn’t see for his back. The guilt that so commonly battered her lately hit hard. Mr. Wagner was a victim in all this. He couldn’t please his wife sexually, so she openly consorted with other men and arranged the wife swap with Ken. Grace’s role in all this was to become Mr. Wagner’s plaything for a month, and all she did was avoid him and screw the help. She swallowed the lump in her throat.
“I’m sorry,” she said. He turned away from the stove to face her.
“What in heaven for?”
“Not being a good wife to you. Whether it’s only for a month or not, I still agreed to all this.”
“Who said you weren’t a good one? You’re young, beautiful, sweet, and sensitive. I couldn’t imagine a better wife.”
He poured the contents of the pot into an oversized mug and carried it to the counter separating them.
“None of this is fair to you, though.”
“Don’t go worrying about me. I do just fine.”
Grace sat straighter, her eyebrows furrowed in determination. “No, it’s not fair to you. Or me.” She molded her hand over his as he still gripped her mug. “If they want us to play house, then I think we should. I want to be everything you deserve.”
He smiled gently and shook his head. “Grace, that’s not necessary. Don’t think you have to fulfill any obligation to me. You don’t.”
“But I want to. In the short time I’ve been here, you’ve been kinder to me than my husband has in our entire three years of marriage.”
“You don’t understand…”
“I do. I know everything, Wayne. That’s not going to stop me.” She left no room for embarrassment or explanation. This felt right. Mr. Wagner had signed the deal with Ken to have her as a wife, not Conner or Trevor, yet she put out for them.
Grace didn’t view herself as a seductress. At home, she was a wallflower, usually with her eyes glued to the floor. Ken kept her confidence so low that she could barely meet eyes with other men. Now, she possessed a new power, one granted to her by men who treated her with respect and helped her to discover a dormant side of herself.
She moved around the counter to face Mr. Wagner. The tiled floor cool under her bare feet.
His musky aroma and trademark plaid shirt covered a fit, attractive body. Nothing about him repulsed her. Instead, she was drawn in, comforted. Although he didn’t stir her sexually, she cared about him enough to want to give him pleasure, the only way she knew how.
“You can kiss me, you know.”
“I’d rather talk.”
She tilted her head, surprised. “Seriously?”
“Come on.”
He grabbed her mug, hooked an arm around her shoulders, and led her into the family room. Should she feel rejected or relieved?
They sat on the sofa, the remnants of a fire still smoldering and flickering in the fireplace.
“You know all the men that work for me are clean, don’t you?”
“Are you talking about all the STD testing?”
He nodded.
“Jenna told me about it. It’s because of your wife, right?”
“It’s not how it sounds, and I don’t blame her. We were only newlyweds. I was twenty-three and at my prime in the rodeo circuit. It just took that one second to change my life forever. I only thank God my young wife already carried my child, or I’d never know the joys of being a father.”
“Scot?” She sipped her cocoa.
“My only son. My pride and joy, but never one to favor the farm life. He’s into the arts and computers, things I’m not accustomed to. But I’m trying.”
“He looks like you.”
He smirked. “You haven’t seen his lovely mother when she was young.” He stood and took a framed portrait off the mantel and brought it back to the couch. “This was her. Scot was only about three in the picture.”
Grace observed the picture of a woman and young child. He didn’t exaggerate about her beauty. Everything came together. Mr. Wagner still loved this woman and remained faithful to her even though she long ago abandoned him.
Her respect for him grew.
“But the wife swap?”
“For twenty-eight years, we’ve lived together as barely more than brother and sister because anything more wasn’t possible. At first, she contented herself with cuddles and kisses, but she had needs. I understood. The STD tests, the wife swap…I agree to these to keep her happy. Why should she suffer for something I lack? Don’t judge her, Grace. I brought her into my world. Tore her from her city life. And then the accident…”
“And you? You’ve been faithful to her all these years, haven’t you? God, what must you think of me?”
“I’m faithful to her because I love her. You don’t love your husband, do you? He sold you to the highest bidder. Terminates any vow the two of you shared, as far as I’m concerned. I don’t judge people because, until you can see the world through their eyes, you can’t say you wouldn’t do the same thing.”
Grace melted against the back of the sofa and sighed. “I think it makes me angry that you don’t judge me. I want to be judged. I want to be called a bitch and a whore. It would be a reality check.”
“Grace. Sweet Grace.” He pulled her head to rest on his shoulder and stroked her hair. “You’re a good girl. Don’t forget that. I’m not your judge. You have nothing to prove. You have no mold to fit. Be yourself, and enjoy every day because we only get one chance at happiness.” His chest jerked, and humor framed his next words. “I hear you’re quite popular among the young men. You’re the talk of the ranch. Maybe it’ll take some lessons from them to show you how to let loose.”
She blushed. Did he know what they’d already taught her
? She decided to keep quiet.
They sat together on the sofa for at least an hour. He softly hummed some old tunes, and she nearly fell asleep taking in his warmth, his scent, and his acceptance. If she had known him her entire life, she couldn’t have felt more at ease with him than she already did. No wonder Trevor saw him as a father figure. He must have been a great dad to Scot.
The next thing she remembered was being lowered onto her bed, only the soft light from the hallway illuminating the figure hovering over her. Mr. Wagner tucked her blankets around her and kissed her forehead before slipping out without a word. Once the door clicked shut, darkness and the symphony of insects overwhelmed her senses. For just a moment, she wished she never had to leave.
Chapter Ten
Grace sat on the old wooden rocker watching Scot carry boxes from the house to his car. She spent many hours on the porch reading and enjoying the calm, warm days. Every day that passed was one day closer to discovering her true identity. She had quickly learned that Grace wasn’t so bad after all. Past interests and hobbies came back to her, having been forgotten during her doormat years with Ken. He frowned on individuality or independence, saw it as a threat.
After over a dozen trips back and forth, Scot sat on the stoop with a can of Coke for a breather.
“What’s all the stuff?” she asked. Scot hadn’t said a word to her since her arrival, and she’d seen him several times. He tried to set up the computer in Mr. Wagner’s office and teach him how to use it, sounding just as patient as his father. Sometimes, he came by for a meal or to pick up boxes. She felt drawn to him, not knowing if the feelings sprouted from raw desire or the fact he seemed to shun her.
“Just junk. Books, clothes, computer parts.”
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