Two Weeks of Sin: A Billionaire & Virgin Romance

by Rye Hart

  As if sensing someone behind her, Sydney turns around and our eyes meet. A look passes between us and I know for certain, her thoughts are running parallel to mine. Jesus. I start to walk toward her and she turns back to the garden.

  “This is really beautiful,” she says. “The only thing I’ve ever been able to grow is a cactus.”

  She laughs softly and the sound tugs at my heart. She looks almost sad and I’m struck by the impulse to gather her in my arms and tell her whatever is bothering her will be ok. This girl is dangerous.

  “Thanks,” I say, trying to push the need to take care of her from my thoughts. “My aunt always had a garden and I used to work in it with her. It helps clear my mind.”

  Sydney nods. “You and Luke both speak very highly of Nora.”

  I nod my head in response. I don’t know if I’m ready to divulge all of my secrets to her just yet. Instead, I clear my throat and change the subject.

  “It’s getting close to dinner time. You must be hungry,” I say.

  Her eyes light up and she involuntarily licks her lips. It’s all I can do to keep from groaning out loud at the gesture.

  “I’m starving actually,” she admits. “But you don’t need to cook for me. I mean, I’m already invading your home for a few weeks, I don’t expect you to serve me too.”

  I shake my head. “I’m cooking for myself anyway so one more steak on the grill won’t be a big deal,” I say, and note the strange look on her face. “What?”

  “Steak? As in, you’re going to eat one of your cows?” she asks and I almost laugh out loud.

  “Well, that’s what I’m raising them for. You’re not a vegetarian are you?” I ask.

  Sydney shakes her head. “No, but now that I’ve actually been face to face with a cow, I don’t know that I can eat one.”

  “Trust me, when you smell it coming off the grill, you’ll change your mind,” I promise her.

  She nods and follows me into the house. “If you say so,” she mutters behind me.

  I stand on the deck, manning the grill and peek into the back window at Sydney at my kitchen counter. She offered to help with the meal so I told her she could make a salad if she wished. She is gladly chopping vegetables and I find myself turned on by the way she handles the knife. She’s clearly not a novice in the kitchen. I hadn’t expected that.

  I take the steaks off the grill and step into the kitchen, letting the aroma of the meat settle over the room. Sydney smiles and I can see the doubt about being able to eat it melt off of her face.

  “Ok so you were right. That smells absolutely amazing,” she says.

  I open a bottle of red wine and pour us each a glass while we sit down to eat. I watch

  Sydney take the first bite of her steak and I can’t help but smile at the look of pure bliss that spreads across her face.

  “Oh my God,” she nearly moans. “This is the best steak I’ve ever eaten.”

  My chest swells a little at the fact that I have pleased her. I look at her over the rim of my wine glass; I plan on pleasing her a lot more than this. We settle into some easy small talk, which is usually not my thing, but I quickly find that Sydney is much more interesting than I had anticipated.

  “After that, I fell in love with skydiving and I do it as often as I can. The rush of it really helps center me,” she is saying.

  I look at her curiously. “So, if you’re such an adrenaline junky, why come to what might be the most boring place you can think of to unwind?” I ask her.

  She considers for a minute before answering. “It’s been kind of a tough year for me and Nora thought that something low key would be better for me. I have to admit, I’m already feeling much better just being here.”

  The way she is looking at me makes my mouth turn dry and I take a healthy gulp of my wine.

  “So how exactly do you know my Aunt Nora?” I ask her.

  She looks momentarily embarrassed and I think I know the answer before she says it.

  “Um, well, she’s my shrink,” she finally says, looking away.

  I reach across the table on instinct and take her hand in mine. “Aunt Nora has helped me through some pretty tough times too,” I admit.

  Sydney’s green eyes turn to me and I know I’m a goner.

  Chapter Sever: Sydney

  The feel of Cole’s hand on mine sends a jolt of electricity through my system. His dark eyes are full of genuine understanding and my lower half goes liquid. We stay perfectly still for a few heartbeats, unable and unwilling to break the spell. Finally, Luke comes in the back door and Cole quickly pulls his hand from mine.

  Luke takes one look at us and knows he’s interrupted something. He clears his throat and looks at me apologetically.

  “Uh, hey. I just wanted to let you know that I put in the feed order and it will be ready tomorrow. I locked up the herd for the night and watered the horses,” he says to Cole, who just nods at his younger brother.

  “So, I’ll be going then. You two have a good night,” he says and practically runs out the back door.

  Cole clears his throat and stands to take the dishes to the kitchen. I get up and clear the remaining dinner mess and set it on the counter. Cole starts to wash the dishes and I grab a nearby towel to dry. We work in quiet rhythm for a few moments and I can almost hear the hum of electricity coming off of him.

  After he puts the last dish away, I set down the towel and turn to flee to my room but Cole’s hand shoots out and grabs my arm. I put up exactly zero fight when he pulls me to him and crushes his mouth to mine. My lips part and allow his tongue to slide over mine as my arms wind around his neck.

  As he holds me tightly against him, I can feel Cole’s hard length pressed against my belly and a flood of wetness rushes to my pussy. As if sensing my willingness, Cole lifts me off of my feet and carries me to my room. Within a few short minutes, we are both completely naked and he is laying me down on the bed.

  “God, you’re beautiful,” he says as he bends to take a nipple in his mouth.

  I moan loudly at the soft sucking sensation and gasp as I feel his hand move over my belly. All of their own volition, my hips raise slightly, encouraging Cole to go lower. It is almost too much to bear when I feel a long, thick finger slip inside me.

  My senses start to short circuit as he withdraws his finger and flicks it over my clit with my own slick fluid. I reach down and grab his hand, guiding him back inside me and this time he inserts two fingers and begins to gently stretch me. Judging by the size of his massive erection, I’m going to need it.

  Suddenly Cole’s fingers are gone and I feel his hot breath over my center. Before I can process what is happening, his tongue plunges deep inside me and I nearly come right then. I drive my hands into his hair and hold him over me while he tongue-fucks me. My thighs start to quiver when he draws my clit between his teeth and sucks gently. Finally, I can hold on no longer and I come hard with a moan of pure ecstasy.

  As my orgasm begins to fade, Cole comes up over me, his chin glistening with my juices. He brings his mouth to mine and I am strangely aroused by the taste of myself on his tongue. I wiggle impatiently under him and he uses his knee to push my thighs farther apart.

  I feel a quick flash of pain as he guides his enormous cock inside me. He is very well equipped and I’m still tight from months of celibacy. The pain, however is immediately replaced by a wave of pleasure as he stretches me in the most glorious way.

  I wrap my legs around his waist and put my heels into his ass, urging him deeper. Happy to oblige, Cole plunges into my aching pussy over and over again. My nails dig into his muscular back as he buries himself to the hilt within me, the head of his huge cock tapping against my womb with each powerful thrust. His pace increases and I feel him stiffen over me as he lets out a loud groan and empties himself deep inside me. The sensation of the massive amount of cum spilling out of my cunt makes me come again and I clamp down around him, milking every last bit of fluid from him.

  Afterwar
d, Cole rolls off me and we both collapse into a deep sleep.

  Chapter Eight: Cole

  I wake up sometime in the night with Sydney curled up against me. I flick a finger over a nipple and she sighs in her sleep, making me hard instantly. I gently roll her away from me and rise up over her. Her eyes are barely open as I slide myself into her velvety wetness and begin to fuck her awake.

  I’ve had my share of women in my life, but none has ever felt as good underneath me as Sydney Baines. Her legs sleepily circle my waist and I drive myself into her over and over until we are both breathing hard and coming harder. It has never felt so gratifying to fill someone with my seed before.

  I pull out and Sydney once again curls up at my side, falling asleep almost immediately. I lay awake for a while longer, listening to her breathe. I have never believed in love at first sight in my lifetime, but this girl has got me in a tailspin.

  There is something strong and sassy, yet delicate and vulnerable about her. For all her intelligence and independence, she seems a little broken too. Like me. I hold her close to me and inhale to scent of her hair, trying to commit the feel and smell of her to memory. She’ll be gone in a few weeks and it will be all I have to remember her by. The thought makes my chest ache. I try to set it aside; I knew what I was getting into when I carried her in here earlier. Finally, I drift off to sleep.

  I wake early in the morning and we make love once more before I leave her to start my day in the field. I pause in the doorway and watch Sydney sleep for a moment, wondering how I’m going to get her out of my system.

  “So, how was your night?” Luke asks innocently as I step into the barn.

  “Fine,” I say, trying to stifle a smile. The last thing I want to do is discuss my sex life with my baby brother.

  Fortunately, Luke seems to get the hint and moves on to other subjects. We discuss the plan for the day and he heads out to rustle the cattle from the far pasture while I get ready to head into town and pick up the feed. As I’m about to climb into the truck, I see Sydney standing on the back porch. She is sipping a cup of coffee and waves to me. I wave back and trot over to where she is. As I approach her, I’m again struck by how beautiful she is.

  “Morning,” I say, placing a quick kiss on her forehead.

  “Morning,” she repeats, smiling up at me.

  “Did you sleep ok?” I ask her, and she answers me with a wicked grin.

  I feel my groin start to get tight again and back away. “I’m headed into town to pick up some supplies, do you need anything?” I ask her.

  She shakes her head and then asks a question that somewhat surprises me.

  “Can I come with you? I wouldn’t mind seeing what Sheepshead is all about.”

  We head into town and I am acutely aware of the stares we are getting from just about everyone on the street. This is a small town and everyone is always up in everyone else’s shit. It’s one of the main reasons I keep my trips into town few and far between. I much prefer the solitude of the ranch.

  Walking into the feed store, I am stopped by no less than four people asking me to introduce them to my “friend.” Sydney politely responds and answers their questions about where she’s from and how long she’ll stay. She agrees to visit the diner for Madge’s famous lemon meringue pie and to check out the farmers’ market one Saturday. I’m impressed by how well she is handling the scrutiny. Then again, looking like she does, she’s probably used to the attention.

  After I pay for the supplies, I casually hook my arm around her waist and guide her out of the store. I know the tongues will be wagging before the door shuts behind us but I don’t much care. The people of this town, while nosy, are good at heart. After our parents died, the whole place rallied around our family and helped Aunt Nora however they could. As much as I’m annoyed at the invasion of privacy every now and then, I wouldn’t leave this place for anything.

  We stop into the grocery store and grab a few things that Sydney wants and we head back to the ranch. As we drive with the windows down, her auburn hair floats about her and she looks almost angelic. The length of bare thigh I can see under the hem of her shorts is distracting and I force myself to keep my eyes on the road so I don’t drive us into a fence post.

  “Everyone in town seems so nice,” she says as we pull into the driveway.

  “For the most part, they are,” I tell her. “Though, you will be the talk of the town, so you know.”

  She laughed. “I kind of figured as much from all the questions. Besides, they’ve got to be wondering who I am to have caught your attention. From what I gather, you’re Montana’s most eligible bachelor.”

  I groan and roll my eyes. “Hardly. There’s just a bunch of old busybodies looking at me to take their daughters off of their hands.”

  I feel the weight of her eyes on me as I back the truck up to the barn to unload the sacks of feed. I turn to look at her and she’s regarding me pensively. “What?” I ask.

  “Why haven’t you?”

  I shrug my shoulders and start to climb out of the truck. “I guess I haven’t found one I wanted to be tied down to yet,” I answer.

  Before she can say anything else, Luke comes storming out of the barn, as pissed as I’ve ever seen him. He’s waving a piece of paper in his hand and a string of expletives is flying from his lips.

  “Whoa, whoa. What the hell is going on?” I ask, though I have a sneaking suspicion I know what it is. There’s only one person who can get Luke this worked up.

  “Motherfucking Ben!” Luke nearly shouts.

  I open the tailgate and sigh. “Now what?” I ask.

  “Look!” Luke says, shoving the paper he’s holding at me.

  I look down at the letterhead in my hands and feel the color drain from my face. That son of a bitch.

  “He wants to sue us for ‘his’ stake in the ranch!” Luke is nearly hopping he’s so angry.

  “Yeah, I can read,” I spit back at him.

  “He’s never worked this land one day is his miserable fucking life since mom and dad died. He is entitled to exactly jack shit!” Luke says.

  Before I can answer him, Sydney steps up to us. “I don’t mean to eavesdrop, or pry into your business, but is there something maybe I can help you with?” she asks.

  I suddenly remember that she is a lawyer and that she might be able to help us figure out exactly what to do.

  “Maybe,” I say. “Let us unload the feed and we can meet you inside in about twenty minutes.”

  Sydney nods and grabs the few bags from the grocery store, heading into the house to put them away. I watch her go, thankful that she is here. As much as I don’t want to waste the little time we have together mired in my family drama, if she can help us, I’ll take it.

  Luke and I finish up in the barn and head toward the house where Sydney is waiting. We walk in to find a plate of sandwiches and three tall glasses of iced tea waiting for us. Damnit, she’s making this hard. I could get used to this kind of treatment.

  We sit down at the table and Sydney distributes the sandwiches. “Ok so why don’t you tell me what’s up. Who is Ben and why does he want to sue you?”

  “Ben is our selfish sonofabitch brother who doesn’t give two shits about this family, except for any money he can get from us,” Luke spits angrily.

  “Pretty much what he said,” I add, sliding the paper toward Sydney.

  She picks it up and reads the contents carefully. “Ok first of all I need to ask who owns this land? Is it the two of you or was it part of your parents’ estate?” she asks.

  “A little of both,” I answer her. “When our parents died, they owned seventy acres. About eight years ago, Luke and I bought another eighty.”

  Sydney grabs a pen off of the counter and begins to jot down notes. “Typically, the children would be entitled to equal parts of their parents’ estate unless otherwise stated in the will.”

  “No that’s exactly what the will said,” I answer.

  “Fine, whatever,”
Luke chimes in. “But he wants a third of the whole operation! He can’t do that!”

  “When you bought the additional land, what money did you use? Was it an inheritance or did you use proceeds from the ranch?” she asks.

  I clear my throat, a sinking feeling starting to settle in my gut. “Proceeds from the business,” I answer, and can see from her expression that was not what she wanted to hear.

  “Well I need to dig into Montana law, but if you bought the land from proceeds made off of this ranch that was gifted to you, he may be entitled to what he’s asking for,” she says.

  Luke slams his hand down on the table hard enough that the tea sloshes from the glasses. “Goddammit!” he shouts. “But he’s contributed nothing to the business. Nothing!”

  “Unfortunately, in a lot of cases, that doesn’t matter,” Sydney says apologetically. “But like I said, let me do a little research and I’ll see what I can come up with. According to this letter, you have thirty days to respond.”

  Luke gets up from the table and stomps outside, leaving Sydney and I alone for a moment.

  “I’m sorry I can’t give you better news,” she says, sounding genuinely upset.

  I look at her and shake my head slowly, wondering how in the hell she’s managed to become so important to me so quickly.

  Chapter Nine: Sydney

  After clearing the lunch dishes, I go to my room and fire up my laptop. I promised Cole and Luke that I would look into the suit that their brother is trying to file against them. As much as I didn’t want to do any sort of work while I was here, I can’t just let them flounder. If I can help them, I will.

  I start to scroll through the archives of Montana property law and completely lose track of time. Before I know it, Cole is knocking on my bedroom door asking if I’m hungry for dinner. I close my laptop and rub my blurry eyes. I’ve been digging as deep into the laws as I can, but everything I’ve found is confirming my first instincts. I do not look forward to telling Cole what I’ve found.

  I get up and open the door to find Cole leaning in the door frame all sexy as hell. His hair is tousled and he smells slightly musty from working in the field. None of that is enough to stop my mind from wandering to bad places. I throw my arms around his neck and bring his mouth to mine. All traces of the bad news I had to deliver are forgotten.