by Ella Cooper
“My turn,” Bentley said as he thrust in her in long strokes.
Mandy returned to repeating her short phrases. Her cries grew louder as he thrust deeper and harder in her. Bentley gave up reminding her to keep her screams down and joined her instead. Her walls tightened around his cock and milked it harder. His body tensed as her desperation to come – for the second time – pushed him to his own climax. He thrust harder, deeper, and in long strokes to prepare for his own orgasm.
They were both on the edge of their orgasm when they heard the sound of a car coming into the ranch. Mandy panicked and uttered, “William. He’s alone.”
Bentley kept her pinned on the bed and continued to thrust. Mandy tried to push him away, but he could not give up on his impending orgasm. He covered her mouth and whispered, “I’ll make it quick.”
He looked at Mandy and their eyes met. They were both desperate to come together. Mandy nodded and Bentley hastened his thrusts. The young woman cried aloud again. Bentley groaned and covered her mouth with his other hand as he thrust in her.
“Mandy, are you there, honey?” Mrs. Osborne called from the house.
“Damn. It’s just that old hag,” Bentley uttered as he pushed hard.
Mandy tried to push him to the side, but the determined cowboy stopped her. He put all his weight on her and covered her mouth. Bentley thrust harder on her. He did not want anyone to disturb his climax. He clenched his jaw to control his grunts. Mandy relaxed and began to counter his thrusting.
“That’s it,” Bentley whispered as he moved closer to his orgasm.
Bentley’s body tensed, and he wanted to pull out from her. He should not come inside her, but her walls gripped when he tried to pull out. They squeezed his cock hard, and his body enjoyed it. Whatever, Bentley thought and thrust back in her to release his seeds. He pulsed on top of her and freed all his cream inside Mandy. The young mother moaned against his hand, not knowing the consequence of his release.
The sweaty young man dropped on top of Mandy with a satisfied smile. It was the first time Bentley had his release inside a woman, and it felt good. He looked at Mandy, who still shuddered from her second orgasm. Mandy had turned pinkish and become more beautiful. Bentley traced her cheek with the tip of his nose before planting soft kisses on the back of her ear.
“You are my slut now,” he whispered before rolling to her side.
Bentley took a few deep breaths before standing from the bed. Mandy turned to the other side to avoid facing him.
“Get dressed,” Bentley ordered. “I’ll talk to Mrs. Osborne.”
#
You are my slut now. The words made Mandy’s tears roll down to her cheeks. What did you expect? She asked herself. No man had treated her like a woman. She was only a slut for all of them. Her father sold her like a slut. Jonathan married her to have his own personal slut. Now, Bentley took her like a slut.
“Stupid,” Mandy cursed her heart.
She’d let her dancing heart cloud her mind with a belief of being loved. Bentley’s loving stares when he took her looked so real. Bentley made her believe that she was the only woman he ever wanted. He has to leave. Either the sexy cowboy had to or she and William did. She had no plans to become another man’s slut.
“Mrs. Osborne wanted to know if you will let them take William to the state fair,” Bentley said.
Mandy wiped her tears and answered, “They always take him to the state fair.”
“She might be wondering if we would be going together,” Bentley responded.
Mandy looked at Bentley and thought that he was asking her to the state fair. She killed her hope before it could turn into a fantasy. Bentley wanted her as a slut. Her eagerness to give herself to him only proved what he thought of her.
“Or maybe we could let them take him and we both stay here,” Bentley said while crawling back behind her. “I promised him that I’ll make you like my eggs.”
Mandy closed her eyes when Bentley began kissing the back of her ears. Her body still remembered the sensation of his kisses and it still could not get enough of them. She pushed him away and stood up.
“This should not happen again,” Mandy declared.
“Don’t act like a saint, Mandy. We both know you loved it,” Bentley countered. “Or, do I have to remind you how well you milked my cock?”
Mandy picked the towel from the floor and threw it at Bentley. Her tears flowed as she released her anger at him. She glared at him and said, “I’m not a slut. I will never be your slut!”
She grabbed her clothes and ran back to the house half-naked. She stopped and looked at Bentley. He stayed where he was.
Chapter Five
The noise hushed a bit when Bentley walked into a local pub. The older male ranchers looked at him with slight frowns. Some older women whispered with each other about his past. Many younger male ranchers looked at him like a criminal, but most young women looked at him with awe.
It was his first time to come to the pub after coming back to the ranch. Bentley did not like mingling with the local folks because they still looked at him as a murderer. No one cared that the appellate court had found him not guilty. Still, he needed a break, and drinking beer at the ranch was not possible. He did not want Mandy to be more awkward with him.
You are my slut now. His words had replayed in his mind since he left the house. Bentley had always been a dirty talker. His ex-girlfriends loved his rough approach – both in words and in sex. He never thought Mandy would be offended by the expression.
“Whiskey. Make it a double,” Bentley told the bartender.
Bentley drank the whole glass and slammed it on the counter. The whiskey heated his body, and it reminded him of the hot friction that he shared with Mandy. She was not a slut, he thought as he ordered another shot. Mandy was too inexperienced to be a slut. Their steamy union shattered his previous impression of her.
Mandy was not only inexperienced, but also an uneducated lover. There were moments when she did not know how to react to his movements. It took time for her to get the rocking rhythm of a simple position. The young man shook his head. What had she been doing when Jonathan took her? Did she only lain down under him and let him take control? Mandy still had a lot to learn, he thought. A smile formed on his lips as he thought, And, I won’t get bored teaching her.
His smile faded when he remembered Mandy’s crying face. It had been a while since Bentley had sex with a woman, but he always brought them pleasure. The cowboy had never disappointed them or made them regret being with him, but Mandy seemed both disappointed and regretful. He drank another glass of whiskey to drown his guilt. She looked for love over pleasure, and he’d failed to give her that.
Love? It had only been two weeks since Bentley had returned to the ranch. They’d never had a moment, except when they bickered about the ranch. He’d avoided knowing Mandy, but she did not keep up any pretenses. The young woman was a great mother, Bentley admitted that. Lousy in bed, and he wanted to improve that. She was beautiful beyond compare – enough to make him want her. But, beyond that, he knew nothing about her, her life and her dreams. Perhaps I should, Bentley thought.
“Well, well, who do we have here?”
Bentley turned to the man next to him. Mark Pennington. He frowned and stood up from his seat. He never liked Mark even before he knew the perverted old man wanted the ranch.
Mark was an arrogant person who relied on his money and his goons. He used to disrespect Bentley’s father and had influenced Jonathan with greed and vices. Everything would have been fine if Jonathan hadn’t fallen into his trap.
“Give our special guest everything he wants,” Mark told the bartender. He smiled at the people who were shocked and explained, “It’s not every day that we got a visit from a football superstar, turned cowboy, turned murderer.”
Some laughed at Mark’s proclamation while some used it as a topic to create a buzz in the pub. Bentley turned to the older cowboy with a clenched fist. He controlled his a
nger as he thought of Mandy. He could be detained for punching Mark, and that would leave the young widow and William alone for the night.
“Going home already?” Mark asked when Bentley chose to leave. “It’s not like your sister-in-law will fill your bed.”
Bentley felt his blood boil as the old man looked at him with devilish grin.
“I heard that you are trying to settle Jonathan’s loan with the bank,” Mark said. Bentley looked at him curiously. He frowned and said, “Jonathan owes me, too. And, he sold his wife to me. So, don’t think about sticking anything in that whore before me.”
Whore? The word pushed Bentley past the level of his patience. He grabbed Mark by the collar and pushed him onto the counter. The old man fumbled for his gun, but Bentley took it from him and pointed it at his bodyguards. The goons stepped back when Bentley placed the gun under Mark’s neck.
“Stay away from the ranch and from Mandy,” Bentley warned. “Touch either of them, and I’ll kill you. My friends in prison would not mind having me back.”
Mark turned pale. He looked at his goons, but he said nothing to them.
“Bentley. Lad,” Sheriff Osborne blurted as he got to the scene. He pulled Bentley’s hand from Mark and said, “Don’t cause trouble in my town.”
Bentley let go of Mark and returned him his gun. Mark glared at Bentley and turned to the sheriff. “Well, he threatened me. Don’t tell me you’re letting him go.”
“Mark, could you let it go?” Sheriff Osborne pleaded.
“Sheriff, come on. He assaulted and pointed a gun at me. You want me to just let him leave?” Mark argued.
Sheriff Osborne heaved a deep sigh and looked at Bentley. “You have to come with me,” he said.
Damn it, Bentley thought in anger. He fell into Mark’s trap. Sheriff Osborne had to take him in as the perverted old man filed a complaint. It would take at least two hours before he could be bailed out. Mandy and William could be in danger in that small window of time.
#
Mandy looked out the door as she prepared William’s bag. Sheriff and Mrs. Osborne would be taking William with them to the state fair. The young mother wanted to go to avoid Bentley, but she could not leave the ranch, especially the greenhouse. Her body trembled when Bentley crossed her mind. Her body craved his touch. She hated him for treating her as a slut, but her body was willing to become one with him.
It was almost eleven in the evening, and Bentley had not come home. Mandy worried about not having her brother-in-law at the ranch as she did not feel safe. She wondered if he’d gotten into trouble. The town was peaceful, but some town folks loved to judge other people. With his foul mouth, he could get into trouble, the reluctant lover thought.
A crashing sound from the greenhouse startled her. William ran to her, and she quickly hid him in the closet. Mandy searched for the shotgun in its usual place, but Bentley had taken it. Damn it. She walked to the abandoned room and took the old bat.
“Bentley!” Mandy called while walking out of the porch.
Another crashing sound came from the greenhouse. No! Mandy rushed to the greenhouse. Her eyes widened at the forced-open locks. Not my flowers. The young woman opened the door and swung the bat. She turned pale when three of Mark’s goons appeared before her. Tears of anger sprung down her cheeks when she saw ruined pots of her blowout penstemons scattered on the floor.
Blowout penstemons were endangered flowers in Wyoming and one of the most difficult to cultivate. Mandy wanted to use the flowers to seek a grant from the Wyoming Ecological Services. The flowers were also enough to delay the auction and give her more time to pay for Jonathan’s loan.
“You stupid assholes!” Mandy yelled angrily.
She tried to hit one of the goons, but someone hit her from behind. She dropped the bat and fell on her knees.
“I hope you are as feisty in bed,” Mark said as he walked into the greenhouse.
Mandy wanted to curse him, but Mark pulled her by the hair and forced her to look at him. “Bentley, help!” she yelled in despair.
“Your brother-in-law ain’t going to be here,” Mark said with an evil laugh. “We had a deal. He gets the ranch. I get you.”
Mandy froze in shock. She did not want to believe Mark, but her mind could not stop doubting Bentley. Jonathan had always claimed that the younger Hawkins would do anything to get the ranch. Who was Mandy to him? She was only his slut. He would choose the ranch over her.
Mark looked at his goons. The other men grabbed her arms. She struggled, but they tightened their grips on her as they pushed her onto the floor.
“I could offer a better setting than this, but you make it difficult for me,” Mark said while unbuckling his pants.
Mandy wanted to scream for help, but the other man gagged her mouth with some cloth. Mark looked at her like a demon. Her tears flowed hard as she could not cry aloud. Damn you, Bentley! She thought angrily. A strong pain cut into her heart as her anger arose. She’d hoped that Bentley was her knight on a white horse, but he was nothing but another monster in her nightmare.
“Take the gag out. I want to hear her screams,” Mark ordered, and the goons laughed.
“Help! Anyone! Please!” Mandy yelled as soon as the gag was removed.
Mark positioned himself between her legs. He was about to lift Mandy’s shirt when rocks hit the goons who held Mandy. She quickly pulled Mark by the hair and wrestled him away from her. Mark pulled her back, but Bentley appeared behind the older man and punched him on the jaw.
“Make a move and I’ll blow your head off,” Bentley said as he pointed a pistol at Mark. He grabbed Mandy and hid her behind him.
Sheriff Osborne and a younger officer rushed to the greenhouse. They pointed their guns at Mark and his goons.
“Don’t give me a reason to pull the trigger, Mark,” Sheriff Osborne warned.
Mark glared at Bentley as he raised his hand. The sheriff threw his pants at him and waited for him to put them on.
“Take Mandy inside,” Sheriff Osborne ordered Bentley.
Bentley turned to Mandy. He cupped her face and asked, “Are you hurt?”
Mandy looked at Bentley. His worried eyes calmed her fears and removed her doubts. Mark lied, she concluded. Bentley did not sell her. Her happy heart mixed with her fear, and it made her dizzy. She wanted to answer him, but her eyes began to close and everything around her turned black.
#
“It’s okay. Everything’s fine now,” Bentley said as he hugged Mandy.
Mandy still trembled inside Bentley’s arms as she awoke in panic. Tears fell down her cheeks as the incident from the night before flashed back in her memory. Her heart beat fast from fear, but it calmed slowly as she felt Bentley’s heartbeat. She pulled away and looked at Bentley.
“W-William. Where is my baby?” Mandy asked.
Bentley smiled. He wiped Mandy’s tears and said, “He’s fine. Mrs. Osborne took him last night to calm him. They’re taking him to the state fair and will return this afternoon. William needs it. ”
Mandy looked at Bentley with doubt. Her heart knew that Mark lied, but she remained suspicious about Bentley. Why would he care for her? He wanted the ranch and he could have had it if she was ruined.
“Mr. Pennington said that you made a deal with him,” Mandy said in between sobs. “You’ll get the ranch and he gets me.”
“Never believe that man. I won’t be as stupid as Jonathan. I won’t sell something as precious as you,” Bentley said.
Mandy’s lips shook as she smiled while crying. Bentley wiped her tears again and planted soft kisses on the trails. She looked at him for a moment and cried like a child. He laughed and caged her in his arms once more.
“They destroyed all of it. It was my last hope to keep this ranch,” she cried. “That pervert destroyed all my flowers.”
“You don’t have to worry about the ranch. I’ll take care of it,” Bentley said.
“How?” Mandy asked.
“Just leave it to
me,” Bentley answered. He took a food tray and gave it to Mandy. “It’s already noon, but I can only cook eggs.”
Mandy looked at the slightly burned eggs and toasted bread on the plate. She looked at Bentley and said, “I thought you said you’d make me like your eggs?”
Bentley blushed for a moment and covered it with a laugh. Mandy stared at him until he stopped laughing. The young man stared straight into her eyes and asked, “Why are you looking at me like that?”
Mandy looked down to hide her blushes. Bentley sat across from her and lifted her head. She avoided his eyes by staring at the plate. He forced her to look at him and gave her a questioning look.
“It’s just that…”
“What? You don’t believe me?” Bentley asked. “Or are you still angry about yesterday?”
Mandy shook her head. She looked at Bentley and confessed, “I would rather be your slut than be forced to become any other man’s slut.”
Bentley fell silent for a moment. He flashed a soft smile and held Mandy’s hand. His eyes were full of regret as he told her, “I did not mean to call you a slut. I just like talking dirty. Just as you like to scream when…”
Mandy blushed as she remembered all her screams when they were making love. She slapped his chest to stop him. Bentley laughed and held her hands. He pulled her close and slipped his lips onto hers. Mandy remained like ice as his lips touched hers. Bentley did not wait for her to respond to his kiss. He forced his tongue into her mouth until Mandy was reminded how to reply his kisses.
“I’m sorry,” Bentley spoke as he pulled away from Mandy’s lips.
Mandy clung to his neck and told him, “Don’t be. I want to have a memory with you today instead of keeping the memories from last night.”
Bentley’s eyes sparked. He held Mandy by the nape and pressed his lips against hers. She opened her mouth and let him explore it with his tongue. A tear fell from her eyes as she savored Bentley’s passionate kisses. Yes. Mandy would rather have Bentley take her in whatever ways he wanted than be in the arms of another man.
