Gruff Ass in Love

by Sasha Burke

  “That’s billionaire with a b, honey.”

  Her eyes grow comically big over the correction and it’s all I can do not to kiss the fascinating creature as she fumbles with a response, clearly wracking her brain to find something polite to say. “Um…wow. That’s…uh… I guess, congratulations?”

  I smother back a laugh.

  Seeing her so uncomfortable with my money is an odd little turn-on. But hell, everything about the woman is a little odd, and a lot sexy. “How’d you find out about my money?” Just curious.

  “Figured it out from some things the guys have told me over the past few months. From providing scholarships to helping sick parents, fending off debt collectors and fixing damages to their siblings’ homes, you’ve helped each and every one of them financially.”

  Well, shit. Fat lot of good that ironclad nondisclosure handshake did me.

  At my side-eye out the window in the direction of the guys’ bunkhouse, she quickly clarifies, “Oh, don’t worry, they haven’t told each other anything. But they’ve all individually mentioned it to me, swearing me to secrecy from the others, of course. After the first half dozen stories, I started doing the math. I know I could’ve looked you up online to find out for sure, but I really didn’t want to. It was enough to hear the nice things you’re doing with your money.”

  Shrugging, she adds as an afterthought, “And to tell you the truth, after a while, I kind of forgot all about it. It’s sort of like when the guys talk about Mikey being a little hoodlum back in the day. I just don’t see him that way. Same goes with you. I only know you as you are now, and since I like you as you are now, it simply didn’t matter much to me who you used to be.”

  I know she didn’t mean to turn me on with that speech, but holy hell. A woman who just wants me for me? She’s like a fucking unicorn. My lips need to be on hers right now. I yank her into my arms.

  “Done talking now,” I whisper in her ear.

  19

  | Cade |

  Her head falls back and I kiss her throat, feel her racing pulse against my lips, along with the tiny little moan she can’t seem to hold back.

  “Wait,” she says backing up a step. “Before you make me all mindless with those lethal kisses of yours, I want to do something. And this is the perfect place to do it.”

  I don’t know if it’s the lack of blood going to my brain, but everything she’s saying right now sounds positively dirty.

  She takes another step back and somehow, manages to trip over her own two feet. Stumbling to recover, she ends up stepping on a nearby rake and nailing herself in the temple.

  Jesus. It’s baffling to me how often this woman is able to get herself injured on my property. I grab the rake before she can step on it a second time.

  With a slightly woozy wobble, she steadies herself and says laughingly, “Okay, now. Where was I?” Turning back in the direction she’d been heading earlier, she almost walks face first into a wooden post.

  She stops with just centimeters to spare, and glares at the post like it tried to attack her for no good reason.

  But then when she gets a good look at the wide wooden pole, she tilts her head up and smiles at it. Like it’s one of her rock walls.

  Pulling her back and cradling her gently against me, I tell her softly, “Honey, I think you bumped your head pretty hard with that rake. Why don’t we sit down for a bit?”

  “Oh! Right. A chair.” She nods in agreement. “We need a chair for this.”

  Loopy little thing. Now I’m pretty sure she’s sustained at least a minor concussion.

  I walk her over to a nearby stool, but instead of sitting, she turns and heads back to the wooden post, “You sit,” she says. “I’m going to go strip first, and then come back and give you a lap dance. Sound like a plan?”

  I stand stock still and replay all that back in my head to make sure I heard right.

  When I just stare at her in silence, she smiles and pats the wooden post with one hand and motions for me to sit down on the stool with the other.

  Yup. I’m pretty sure I heard right.

  Instantly, my cock goes rock hard.

  She takes notice and shivers, biting her lip like she’s imagining things she couldn’t possibly voice out loud.

  Every muscle in my body is locked up now with barely controlled lust, but still, I somehow manage to be the good guy for another few seconds. “Sweetheart, are you sure you’re thinking clearly? Because you did hit your head, and you’re saying a lot of things that—”

  “Are exactly what I mean,” she finishes. “My head’s fine. The stripping thing, I’ve wanted to do for a while. See, I have this exercise video at home, Cardio-Stripping. And sometimes, when I practice the moves at home, I...imagine I’m doing them for you…”

  Hell, I’m convinced. Without another word, I sit my ass down on the stool and let her take it away.

  The next few minutes are, well, indescribable to say the least.

  She starts off slow, moving around the wooden post with a surprising amount of grace given what I know of her clumsiness. Then she lifts the hem of her shirt to show me that softly curved belly I love so much while sliding her spine down that wooden post—which I’ll never be able to look at the same way again after this.

  True, I don’t have a ton of experience in strip clubs, but I can say with a fair amount of authority that there isn’t a stripper on this planet who could possibly look as sexy to me as Katelyn does right now. Not because she’s putting on some racy show with gyrating pasties, but because she’s being vulnerable and putting herself out there for me.

  And that is really fucking doing it for me. Seriously, my cock is all but throbbing now, I’m so turned on.

  Eventually, the t-shirt clears her plump, beautiful breasts as she slowly lifts it higher.

  But just as she’s about to whip the shirt off, somehow, it gets caught on the big hook above her that we usually hang our shovels on. And now she’s twisted up in the fabric with her head still caught inside.

  While she manages to wiggle her face free fairly easily, her arms are still trapped. So there she is now, with her manacled wrists pinned above her head, and here I am with my vision starting to get a little hazy as I begin imagining all the dirty things we could do in that position.

  Meanwhile, Katelyn has moved on to log-rolling her body to face the post, effectively managing to get the shirt and herself even more tangled up by the time I reach her to lend a hand. Determined thing that she is, she foregoes my help in favor of now hopping up and down in hopes of un-snagging her shirt from the curved hook. And with each hop, her round little bottom rubs up and down the crotch of my jeans, turning this whole thing into a vertical lap dance that’s starting to make me go blind with need.

  Even in this nutty predicament, she’s still so damn sexy it’s ridiculous.

  Eventually, she’s able to get her shirt free from the hook, but one of her wrists are still tangled up in the shirt thanks to her wristwatch anchoring the bunched fabric.

  “Just give me one minute,” she says as she starts tenaciously twisting and turning her ruined shirt this way and that like she’s in some kind of topless Rubrik’s Cube contest.

  Hell, even if she does get free, I’m too frickin’ turned on now to be able to let her finish her strip tease.

  Breathing hard, and with my erection getting harder with each breath, I back her up against the post and simultaneously free her hands from the shirt even as I pin them back above her head. “I need to be inside you in the worst way, baby,” I rasp, practically panting now.

  “Wait,” she whispers. “At least let me do one last thing.”

  Without warning, she drops to her knees in front of me, her slender fingers making quick work of my jeans before reaching in to circle my hard-on in a tight, perfect grip.

  Jesus Christ.

  For the next few minutes I brace my hands against the wooden post behind her and nearly come half a dozen times as she works me with her hands and
mouth, tongue and teeth.

  The one time I made the mistake of looking down to watch her, I saw her lapping at the precum pooling at the tip while her hands slid up and down my shaft, hand over fist, to keep replenishing the supply for her.

  I almost blew my load on the spot.

  Since then, I’ve just kept my eyes trained up at the rafters while hanging on for the ride.

  Finally, who knows how long later, she stops and stands, face flushed and out of breath, her hands gripping my shoulders as if I’m the only thing keeping her upright. “Now I need you to be in me in the worst way,” she says, volleying my earlier words back to me while licking her lips and helping me yank my shirt off my head.

  As gently as I can manage, I strip her jeans and panties off of her as she leans back against the post, before not-so-gently ripping off the rest of my clothes and getting a condom on in record time.

  Picking her up and wrapping her legs around my waist, I nudge the head of my cock to make sure she’s wet enough to take me.

  She is. Feeling how soaked she is for me, I need to be in her more than I need to breathe right now.

  Sealing my mouth over hers, I drive my cock into her in one long, hard thrust, plunging in deep, until I bottom out at her cervix. Jesus, she’s tight in this position, back against the wooden post, both legs hooked over my arms, pussy bared completely open to me.

  “Oh God,” she moans, her eyes glazing over as she clamps down on my cock in small, ebbing pulses.

  In this position, we can both see me slide in and out of her slick pussy, and it’s doing a number on my control. Sucking on her hard pink nipples, I grip her hips tight and push home again and again until she’s moaning my name softly with every breath, the wooden post at her back providing just the resistance I need to take her deeper and harder than I ever have before.

  When I’m at the very end of my tether, I stretch her arms up so she can reach the hook from earlier with her hands, silently telling her to hang on before I change up the angle and start thrusting against her g-spot with each hard stroke.

  A quiet scream breaks from her lips as her pussy begins to spasm all around me.

  The slickness of her, the way she’s milking me, but most of all, the way she’s looking at me now while she’s coming is all too much.

  I crush her body to mine while pumping the condom between us full of cum, my legs almost buckling under me by the time I’m through.

  Fuck, that was intense.

  Brushing my lips over hers, I just hold her for a bit, amazed at how grounded I feel just by having her in my arms.

  Though every depleted muscle in my body is telling me I’m done for the night, just like always when it comes to Katelyn, no matter how long I take her, how much I come, one time just isn’t enough.

  I’m still hard.

  Which she definitely notices. “Can we do it sitting on the stool next? After I give you a lap dance?” she asks shyly.

  This woman is going to ruin me.

  “I don’t have any more condoms, honey.” I tell her as I take care of the only one I’d had in my wallet.

  Staring up at me with her wide doe eyes letting me see right into her soul, she says softly. “That’s okay with me if it’s okay with y—”

  I slam into her so hard I see stars.

  Not from the impact, but from being in her tight, slick pussy bareback.

  Hell, I’ve never lost it like that before. “Christ, are you okay, sweetheart?”

  Eyes glazed and filled with foggy pleasure, she wraps her legs around my waist and gives me a one-word reply that strips every last bit of control I was hanging onto.

  “More.”

  After christening the barn one more time, we eventually make it back to the main house, but we don’t make it through the entire living room before I have her naked again.

  To be fair, I do make a concerted effort to get her upstairs. She’s the one who trips and falls onto my cock before we get there.

  Have I mentioned how much I love her clumsiness?

  Of course, gentleman that I am, I make sure her next orgasm happens in a proper bed. Sure, she may say I tortured her by getting her close half a dozen times, but no jury of my peers (at least not the men) would fault me for not being able to keep my mouth off her pussy when she was waving it in front of me all the way up that stairwell.

  Jesus, I’m insatiable when it comes to Katelyn.

  Even now, I’m getting hard just looking at her half asleep in my bed. She looks good there.

  She looks like she belongs there.

  Asking a woman to stay with me till morning is something I’ve never actually done, so really, it’s just as well that I won’t even attempt it with Katelyn.

  Hell no, I’m not going to ask her.

  She’s damn well staying in my bed till morning and that’s that.

  Good thing she likes my bed.

  “I swear, I’ve never felt sheets this soft before,” she murmurs contentedly. “Fair warning, I may steal some of these pillows from you. Sorry, not sorry.”

  I chuckle. “I don’t blame you. This bed and all the bedding are literally the only things I kept from my penthouse loft.”

  At the mention of my old penthouse, she gets the same slightly awkward, slightly queasy look on her face she always does. I’ve truly never met another woman this uncomfortable with my money.

  I fucking love it.

  But I am curious about one thing. “If we’d met back when I was still living in the city and wearing suits every day, would you have gone out with me?”

  “Um…” she stalls.

  She looks so stricken by the hypothetical that I’m torn between laughing and kissing the living daylights out of her.

  “To be honest…” She gives me a rueful smile. “I probably would’ve made it impossible for you to ask me out. We’re talking me running in the opposite direction if I saw you coming.”

  Okay, now I’m laughing. “That drastic?”

  “Call me picky, but I just prefer cowboy boots over cufflinks.”

  “But it’s more than that, isn’t it?”

  She gives me a small nod. “I just want to live a simple life. And be happy. My dad was never satisfied with the former, and spent every day not able to achieve the latter as a result. That’s why I would’ve avoided you if I’d met you before you became a rancher. It would’ve been a snap judgement, I know, and that’s terrible of me, but it’s the truth.”

  I think back to how different my life had been back then, how far I’ve come from the man I’d regretted becoming, the man I swore on my brother’s grave to never be again. “Actually, that would’ve been a fair assumption of me at the time. I’m not saying I was remotely like your father, but just being a part of that world that I used to have to answer to before automatically made my life anything but simple. And you’re right, I wasn’t happy. Not like I am now.”

  “Then you wouldn’t have been upset if I’d ran away from you?”

  I grin. “I would’ve understood. But you’re fooling yourself if you think I wouldn’t have chased you…and eventually, caught you.”

  “I’m sorry, did you say ‘caught’ me or ‘cuffed’ me? Because the latter really doesn’t count,” she teases, scampering off the bed before I can tickle her into taking that back.

  I mock growl as I begin stalking her around the room. “You don’t think I could’ve caught you without having to resort to handcuffs?”

  “Nope,” she sings out, eyes glittering in amusement.

  More outrageous untruths.

  I lunge forward and quickly win the tug-of-war over the sheet she swiped to cover herself up…only to find myself groaning appreciatively as I watch her sprint back to the bed bare-ass naked to grab a pillow next, foregoing modesty this time in favor of having a feather-filled weapon to whack me with, locked and loaded high above her head.

  That’s sexy as sin, right there.

  And now I decide it’s high time for me to fight fire with fire. Wi
th her looking on with her lower lip caught between her teeth, I drop my hand down to my now rock-hard cock. “Are you trying to suggest—” I give her one single, slow pump along my shaft to make sure I have her undivided attention. “That without the cuffs, I wouldn’t have had the chance to have my wicked way with you?”

  She jerks her eyes back up to meet mine and shakes her head a bit as if trying to regain her bearings. “Uh…yes?” she answers, sounding like she has no clue what we’re even talking about anymore.

  “I see.”

  Honestly, I have no idea why the hell we haven’t played naked games like this before today; I’m so friggin’ turned on right now, it’s insane.

  With Katelyn taking an unconscious step toward me as I continue to slide a tight fist up and down my cock, I start channeling my own dirty version of the Pied Piper until she’s off the bed, and I’m close enough to open the nightstand drawer for the cuffs in question.

  I dangle it off my index finger for exactly half a second before my hot little warrior goddess tosses the pillow aside.

  But not in defeat.

  Rather, so she can tackle me and have her wicked way with me.

  Hell, Winston’s right. I’m pretty sure I want to fucking marry this woman.

  20

  | Katelyn |

  I’m just finishing up my shift at the fabric store, when my phone rings.

  “Professor Cooper?” Strange. He almost never calls me in the evenings. “Was there a problem with the data analysis I submitted yesterday?”

  “Of course not. Your work was exemplary as always. I’m actually calling with some news from the land history reports we ran on Mr. Walker’s ranch that I’m fairly certain neither you or Mr. Walker are aware of.”

  “Sounds ominous.”

  “Actually, it’s quite the opposite. Were you aware that when your grandfather sold the ranch to the owner prior to Cade, that he kept the mineral rights?”