Ride a Rancher: Rancher Only Series

by Christensen, Elle

  Then I felt as though I blew apart into a million tiny shards of bliss as I screamed Stone’s name.

  “Fuck, Helena! Fuck! Fuck!”

  Stone sat up in a flash and whipped my legs around his waist before he jammed his dick up as far as it would go so that our groans were practically sealed together. Then he roared as he finally let go. The sensation of his hot cum spilling inside me, coating my walls and filling me with warmth, set off another orgasm.

  Stone came down from his high a little faster than me, so as I floated back to earth, he rubbed tender circles on my back and whispered sweet things like how beautiful I was and how amazing this had been. I was exhausted, and I slumped into him, the soothing feel of his hand causing me to drift to sleep.

  I woke up a while later and found myself alone, but there was a delicious smell coming from somewhere. My bag was on a chair in the corner, so I went over and dug through it until I found a pair of sleep shorts and a tank top.

  I followed the aroma to the kitchen, where I thoroughly enjoyed the sight of Stone in nothing but his dark-red boxer-briefs. I felt a stirring in my belly when he bent to take something from the oven and it showed off his tight ass. I was debating whether to go climb him like a tree when my stomach growled loudly.

  Stone chuckled as he turned toward me. He set the try of…omg…biscuits…yummmm…on the counter and stretched one long arm out to me. I walked right over and tucked myself into his side, smiling when he kissed the top of my head. He pivoted us to face the stove and picked up a wooden spoon to stir whatever was bubbling in the pot. I peeked inside, and not only did my stomach growl again, but I moaned as I inhaled the yummy scent of thick, sausage gravy.

  “I take it you like biscuits and gravy?”

  “Good grief, yes,” I mumbled since my mouth was watering. “You can’t find this in the city, and even if you do, it’s all kinds of wrong.”

  While we ate, Stone asked me a lot of questions about my life, to the point where I wondered if he was writing a book. However, he said he was just trying to get to know me. I hedged around my family, engagement, and why I left my job but answered most of his questions. He shared some stories, too, but then he’d jump right back into interrogating me. That was a strong word, but still… We exchanged phone numbers, and when I took my phone back and saw what he’d put for himself in my contacts, I almost fell off my chair laughing.

  Stallion Stud Horse: Call for a thorough ride.

  8

  Stone

  A smile ghosted over my face as I came out of the best night’s sleep I’d ever had. Even if I’d only slept for a few hours. I pried open my eyelids and rolled onto my side, reaching for Helena. My lips turned down into a frown as I realized that not only was Helena gone, but the light was shining way too bright for my normal morning.

  “Helena…” I called her name, but something told me not to expect a response. And as expected, I was met with silence. Sitting up, I scrubbed my hands over my face and sighed, then grabbed my phone from the nightstand.

  Nine a.m.? What the fuck?

  The only time I’d woken up after five in the last decade was when I’d been too sick to drag my ass out of bed. I didn’t even set an alarm anymore because at five on the dot, I was wide awake. No matter what time I’d gone to bed. My eyes darted around the room as I used my thumb to unlock my phone. When I spied her overnight bag on the chair in the corner, I breathed a touch easier. If she’d run from me, she would have taken her bag. At least, I was pretty sure.

  There were no calls or messages from Helena, but there was a missed call from James at six. I shoved the mangled and twisted sheets off and got to my feet. Quickly, I threw on a pair of jeans and made my way to the bathroom. Finding it empty, I checked the kitchen next. She wasn’t there, but I did find a plate, knife, and mug in the sink. That’s when I noticed the full carafe of freshly brewed coffee. That calmed me a little. She couldn’t have been gone too long, and she clearly hadn’t gone running from me if she’d taken the time to make coffee and toast.

  My phone rang as I was returning to my bedroom to dress and find my woman. A glance at the screen showed James’s name flashing. I almost sent it to voicemail but stopped myself just in time as I realized he might know where Helena was.

  “Kensington,” I answered gruffly.

  “Stone. I didn’t think I’d be able to get ahold of you this late, but I’m glad I did.” I wondered if there’d been an accident or something, and my heart jumped into my throat at the thought that it could have been Helena. But he sounded worried, not desperate, which went a long way in calming me.

  In a steady tone, I asked, “What can I do for you?”

  “Have you seen Lia’s friend, Helena? She’s around five-seven, thin, has blonde hair and blue eyes? One of my guys spotted my old truck smashed into a fence at the border of our properties. Helena’s the only one who would have taken it, and we can’t find her anywhere. It’s in the acres you’re renting, so I was hoping maybe you might have seen her. I’m sure she’s fine, but Lia is flipping her shit.”

  “Tell her not to worry. I was there when she wrecked the truck. She was fine, but I brought her home. Just in case. You know, to make sure she was okay.” I hedged around what really happened, not ready to get into Helena’s and my relationship just yet.

  I heard him shout to Lia that Helena was okay and I’d taken care of her.

  If she only knew. I had definitely taken care of Helena. Four times. I smirked and kept that information to myself.

  “Is she still there? Lia wants to come and get her.”

  “No.” I barely managed to keep from growling the answer. “She left this morning.”

  “Fuck.” James sighed. “Thanks, Stone. We better go look for her. She’s the last person who should be wandering around a ranch by herself. Oh, and we’ll take care of the fence. I’ll get my guys out there to fix it tomorrow. We patched the hole in the barbed wire when we pulled the truck out, but we’ll repair it the post and reinforce the fencing.”

  “Don’t sweat it,” I said, then hurried to add, “I’ll find Helena. I’m sure she didn’t leave all the long ago; she’s probably still on my land. I’ll pick her up and bring her over to see Lia.”

  “You don’t have to—”

  “I got this,” I snapped a little harsher than I had intended. I hung up before he could finish whatever he’d been about to say before I cut him off.

  In less than twenty minutes, I was dressed and walking out to my truck. I doubted Helena would have gone back to Garrison’s house. And, she’d obviously not gone to the Locke Creek main house. Before I climbed into my vehicle, my eyes strayed to the stable, and I had a thought. I jogged over and glanced at Pandora’s stall first. When I saw she was there, I blew out a relieved breath. Helena was too new to horses and ranching to try and ride Pandora alone. Not that Pandora would do anything to harm her rider, but she was tall and strong. If an inexperienced rider got her up to higher speeds, it could be dangerous for them. Not to mention if she decided to jump.

  A quick scan of the other stalls revealed Maiden was missing. I shouted for Sawyer and started for the office near the front of the stables to find him but stopped when I spotted another empty stall. Gormegon was also absent. My eyes narrowed as the pieces fell into place. Maiden was our most gentle pony, the one we put all newbies on. And Gormegon was Sawyer’s preferred mount. Something dark and angry started to churn in my gut. If my instinct was right, Sawyer had taken Helena riding. Alone.

  My very single, very good-looking and young, stable manager and the drop-dead gorgeous woman I was falling for. The churning intensified and lit a fire under my ass. I readied Pandora as fast I could and walked her out of the stable. I swung up onto her back and urged her into a run, heading for the most likely paths they would have taken. When I didn’t find them on the trail to the creek, I followed a hunch and trekked out to the spot where Helena had crashed into my fence. By the time I got there, my patience was razor-thin, and the sce
ne before me revealed a violent streak inside me I hadn’t known was there.

  Sawyer had righted the post that the truck had run into. Luckily, it was sturdy and had only been tilted to an angle and wouldn’t need replacing. Now, he was teaching Helena how to splice the broken wires back together. Helena was sitting on the ground, her head bent over her task of looping the wires to make a hammer roll. If it hadn’t been for a shirtless Sawyer crouched right behind her, I might have thought she looked cute with her face all scrunched up in concentration. However, I couldn’t see beyond the half-naked man practically wrapped around my woman. It was probably all perfectly innocent, but when it came to Helena, I had a hard time being rational.

  “Sawyer!” I snarled as I pulled Pandora to a halt and jumped off of her back. “Get the fuck away from my woman, put a shirt on, and get your ass back to work.”

  Two startled heads swung around in surprise, but my focus was on the bright-blue eyes narrowed in annoyance. I held her gaze unapologetically, only looking away when I saw Sawyer swinging up onto his horse out of the corner of my eye. He gave me a “What the fuck?” look, but I glared at him until he shook his head and took off on Gormegon.

  When I turned back to Helena, she’d gotten to her feet, her hands propped on her hips, and was scowling fiercely at me. As adorable as she was, I was still surrounded by a haze of jealousy and possession.

  “What the hell, Stone?” she snapped. “He was teaching me to fix the fence.”

  “You want to learn something about ranching, baby, you come to me,” I said as I prowled toward her.

  She crossed her arms over her chest and cocked her head to the side while tapping her foot impatiently. “I thought you didn’t have time to help this pampered city girl play rancher.”

  “That was before,” I grunted as I stopped right in front of her. Despite my obvious ire, she didn’t back away from me. She straightened her posture and stood her ground. Her blue eyes were flashing with fire, making her look like an avenging angel with all those wavy, blonde curls blowing wildly in the breeze. She looked fucking amazing, and it was seriously testing my control.

  The caveman who seemed to be making regular appearances since meeting Helena started demanding to claim his woman. After seeing her with Sawyer, I was feeling an acute need to prove to her that she was mine. With each passing moment, that need grew. Especially in the face of all her fire and beauty.

  Helena cocked her head to the side and pinned me with a glacial glare. “Suddenly, because I rode you like a prized stallion, you have time to spare for me? Well, listen here, stud. I don’t need you pretending you want to spend time with me outside the bedroom so that you can sleep with me again. Considering how I jumped into bed with you after the way our day started yesterday, I’m more than likely a sure thing right now.”

  I frowned at her characterization of our relationship. She rolled her eyes, flipped around, and walked to where the tools and extra barbed wire were spread on the ground.

  “But, I’m not a mare in heat, you know. It’s not like I’m a slave to my sexual urges.”

  With my blood already pumping hot from the jealousy, I was only getting more heated from her talking about sex and studs. I kept thinking about how a stud’s job is to get the mare pregnant. Naturally, my mind wandered in the direction of a mare in heat. Was Helena in heat?

  I rolled my eyes at myself for thinking of it that way. She’d probably have my balls in a vice for comparing her to an ovulating filly. I hadn’t used protection at all the night before. I was so fucking hot for her that I honestly forgot. Which meant there was a chance she was pregnant.

  “Besides,” she continued as she bent to pick up some of the tools, then stood and started packing them in a bag. “No matter how hot the other cowboys are”—she now had my full attention—“I’m not going to just go around jumping random guys”—my blood began to boil over—“and let them mount me. As long as we’re together, only you get to mount me, okay?”

  It was too much for my brain to handle. She’d put the thought of her with other men in my head, along with the image of a stallion mounting his mare. Helena had walked back to the last of the barbed wire and bent over, giving me the perfect view of her heart-shaped ass. Something inside me snapped, and I grabbed her around the waist and threw her over my shoulder before stomping back to my horse. I kept a hold on her with one hand while grabbing the reins and swinging myself up onto the saddle with the other.

  “What—?”

  I ignored her and shifted her so that she was sitting across my lap. Then I urged Pandora into a run until we reached a thicket of trees near the river on the back end of my property. I came to a stop and moved Helena forward so I could hop down and grab her again and lift her off the horse.

  “Stone, what the hell is going on?”

  I took her hand firmly in mine and marched into the wooded area until we were well hidden. Then I tugged her toward me, spun her around, and bent her forward, placing her hands on the thick trunk of a large tree.

  “Keep your hands here,” I growled. “You want me to mount you like a stud? I’m more than willing to oblige. But I should warn you. Stallions are possessive. They don’t like seeing other males around their mare. When they fuck, it’s hard, dominant, and dirty.

  Helena sucked in a breath, and when I glided my hands up her arms, over her shoulders, and down her back, she shivered, and her legs squeezed together. She’d worn loose khakis instead of jeans, and I smiled at how easily they came off. Just one good yank. When I was met with a bare ass, I felt the thin ropes holding onto my control starting to fray. Before I could think about it, the crack of my palm hitting her bare ass cheek rung out in the quiet. Helena gasped and started to push off the tree to turn around. I grabbed her hands and bent her over again, returning them to their place. She fought me for a second, but I ground my extremely big, hard cock into the crack of her ass, and her protest turned into a moan.

  “You don’t ever go anywhere without underwear unless you are with me, do you understand?”

  She nodded, and I waited for a beat before I let go again.

  “Another thing you should know about stallions, baby. Once they decide a mare is theirs, there is no going back.”

  Helena turned her head and looked at me with narrowed blue eyes. While she watched, I unbuckled my belt and lowered the zipper of my jeans and the front of my underwear. Her eyes were glued to my cock as it sprang free. My hands caressed her ass as I used my foot to guide her legs into a wide stance. My handprint still lingered, and pre-cum leaked from my tip as I admired it. I gently pushed on her back to urge her farther down, then I gripped her hips firmly and lifted her ass up as high as it would go without her losing her balance. I glided my hand around to her front and drew a finger up her slit before dragging it back down between the lips. She was drenched and ready for me.

  “You want me to mount you and fuck you like a stallion stud, baby?” I circled her clit before pressing on it with the pad of my finger. Helena moaned and wiggled her ass in invitation. “Then there’s one more thing I should tell you about that.” She turned her head, and I smiled at the lust clouding her eyes, her face awash with hunger. “A stud’s job is to knock his mare up.”

  Helena’s mouth dropped open, but I didn’t hesitate before holding her steady as I plunged my thick shaft into her pussy until our skin slapped together. She cried and arched her back, pushing her ass back into me.

  “Fuck!” I grunted.

  She seemed even tighter than the night before, and I was so fucking worked up I practically saw stars from the way her inner walls clamped down on me. I was hanging by my last thread, but I needed to know something first.

  “Baby, are you on birth control?”

  She froze, and her head whipped back around. I almost regretted asking the question and breaking her from her haze of passion, but I was dying to know.

  “No. Stone, you have to pull out. I can’t—”

  I withdrew almost to the tip w
hile she sputtered, then plunged back in all the way to the hilt and again, her words morphed into a cry of pleasure. Somehow, though, she managed to get her bearings and tried to reason with me again.

  “What happens when we’re over, Stone? If I get pregnant—”

  The rope broke, and I fucking lost it. My only goal became convincing Helena that she was mine. How many times did I have to tell her before she got it? That it would never be over.

  I began to fuck her hard and wild. Helena’s cries of, “Yes! Yes! Harder, Stone!” had me slamming in and out of her with animalistic grunts of my own. It was dark and gritty—almost feral. But most of all, it was possession.

  “You are mine, Helena,” I snarled. “There is no over. Mine!”

  My eyes drew down to her sexy little ass, and another crack rang out as I spanked her other cheek. Helena threw her head back and screamed as she pushed back into me with even more desperation.

  “More,” she gasped.

  I spanked each cheek twice more, and with each slap, she swirled higher and higher. I leaned into her and was practically rutting in her, my mind lost to only the feeling of being inside her and the awareness of keeping her from being hurt. The rougher we got, the more I worried about her hands on the bark, so I cupped her tits and raised her up so her back was pressed to my front. A tingling at the base of my spine was gaining strength, and I knew I was about to blow.

  Helena wasn’t quite there yet, so I let go of one tit and spanked her pussy. She started to shudder, and a scream ripped from her throat. The orgasm was barreling through her, and she clenched her muscles so tight, I thought she might break my dick in half. Putting my mouth at her ear, I whispered, “Do you want me to pull out, baby?”

  “No, no, please come inside me,” she begged as she writhed in my arms.