Strangers with Benefits (Siren Publishing Classic)

by Jennifer Willows

  When Sunday came around, he wondered what he was going to do this week. They still had a long list of items and not a whole lot of time. Not to mention, he had some research to do. In all honesty, he still had no idea what milking was and he needed to figure out if that was even possible.

  He’d just assumed that women could only breast feed when they had babies.

  As a man, he thought little about the workings of female anatomy. He just appreciated that their bodies were different.

  When he went to work, he found himself using his break time to figure out a few things. Namely, what the agenda was for the week. Den had chosen two more fantasies, but that was due to their simplicity to accomplish.

  He didn’t have spare cash for plane tickets just yet, so the mile high club was out.

  But he could call the farm to see if they had booked any lessons for Apple or Jack on Friday night. He just needed to see if she would be free the evening he needed her to be.

  This week’s schedule was an odd one as his days off were in the middle of the week.

  What is your schedule like this week

  She responded a few minutes later with, always super busy but ill make time

  Whats Friday night look like

  Actually, the kids are sleeping over at their friends houses

  Perfect, he thought.

  Want to sleep over at my place ;)

  Okay, but I have to leave by noon on sat

  That’s fine

  It would have to do.

  He was so busy the rest of the week he barely had time to get the plans in order, but he made it happen.

  For some reason, he was willing to cut into every spare second he had for this woman. Den hadn’t felt so alive in years. She brought something interesting out of him.

  But the week flew by, mainly because the beat was busy and he was drop dead tired, face first into the pillow exhausted.

  He had to work Saturday, but since she was leaving at noon, he would have enough time to enjoy her.

  When Friday morning came around, he sent her a message.

  You ready

  With bells on

  That sounded promising. He could imagine her as his personal harem girl with scarves to blur her skin and bells that chimed with every movement.

  He needed to make another list with her when this one was finished. Den wondered if she would be game for it though.

  What time do they go to the slumber party

  Leaving early drop them off at 4

  Pack a bag for the night and ill be there at 5

  He knew that would be cutting it close, but he could wait if he had to.

  K

  BTW dress casual jeans and tennis shoes, he added just to be on the safe side.

  He spent the rest of the day cleaning his place. Den wasn’t a slob per se, but he wasn’t the cleanest person, either. There were left over dishes that he hadn’t washed in a few days, those were tossed in the dishwasher.

  He vacuumed his carpet and washed his sheets. But when it came time to put them on, he thought about the last woman that had slept on them and decided to break open a pack he had been given as a housewarming gift instead.

  One of the bigger chores was his laundry. He had a dresser, but tended not to use it. He would get far enough to make sure that the clothes were clean, even folded, but he hated putting them away for some reason.

  That, of course, meant he would have to dig through baskets and hampers to find underwear, but his system worked and he wasn’t going to knock it.

  Heck, he hadn’t put the clothes away since he’d broken up with his ex. He’d only done it before as she was really OCD and couldn’t stand things out of place.

  He’d even had to get rid of a rug as she obsessed over the fringe placement so much when she came to visit. He had a few of those girly pillows, secreted away in an ottoman with his throw blankets for lazy days, that were made to look good but not lay on and he tossed those in a haphazard fashion on the sofa.

  They wouldn’t be coming back immediately, but he wanted everything in place when they did.

  When he was finished, he barely had time to get a haircut. He needed to shave, but didn’t have the time to remove the two days stubble. Hopefully, she didn’t hate it.

  Many women did.

  Once he was cleaned up and ready to go, he headed across town to pick her up. Den was early, but he settled in.

  When she pulled back into the lot, she trotted over to his vehicle eagerly and her excitement only heightened his own.

  “Just give me a minute, I have to grab my bags.”

  Bags? But he nodded. “Let me help you.”

  She shrugged. “Okay.” But her expression made her feelings obvious.

  Sidonie thought he would jump her bones. And if they didn’t have plans, he probably would, now as opposed to later.

  When she opened her door, there were two small cases, smaller than he expected. One was extremely heavy and the other was fairly light. He took both and followed her back to the truck.

  Her hips twitched the entire way and he licked his lips. Damn, he was going to have a nice weekend with Sidonie beneath him.

  And on top, too.

  When they drove out of town, she rubbernecked every which way and Den couldn’t help but laugh at her goggled expression. She was a city girl through and through.

  “Stop laughing. There are so many cows out here!”

  “Those cattle are part of a farm.”

  “Well, I guessed as much, but still!”

  The farmer, named Jericho Barnam, would play the trombone for his herd. The cows would wander in one by one until the pasture was filled with the gentle beasts. He knew one thing, cows could smile. It was all in the eyes.

  “One of these days, I’ll bring you and let you hear him play. The cows love it at least and they will come from far and wide. Takes about twenty minutes, maybe a half hour, but every last one shows up, even the calves.”

  “I’d like that.” She looked away from the pasture and back at him.

  After he found the small service road that led back to Spring Hill Farms, he parked in back.

  Before he got out, she touched his arm.

  “I don’t know what you have planned, but I brought us something to eat if you want it.”

  That was better than he had planned. He had the tenant pack a basket, but they could eat that later as it was in the fridge waiting.

  The food must have been inside of the heavy bag he’d carried outside.

  “This one?” He touched one of the bags between them and she nodded.

  “Yep.”

  He went into the stable side of the barn, where Jack and Apple snorted a hello.

  “So that’s what we’re doing tonight.”

  “Yep.”

  He took a few minutes to get the horses acquainted with Sidonie, brought her hand up to their faces as they nuzzled in her scent.

  “They like you and Apple is gentle enough for a person that hasn’t ridden before.”

  “It’s that obvious, huh?” She chuckled.

  “Well, your eyes bucked a bit, so that was a clue.” He laughed back.

  “How does this work?”

  “Well, I’ll help you mount. Just keep your balance with your knees and move with the horse.” He boosted her into the saddle with a quick pop up.

  Her form was terrible, torso sagged in all the wrong places, and she wasn’t keeping her weight balanced.

  “Sit up and drop your weight into your hips.” She tried, but the attempt wasn’t helping much. He mentally changed his plans. At first, he wanted them to ride separate as both horses needed to run. It had been awhile since he had come out to ride them, and he knew the tenant didn’t have too much free time to ride them, either.

  So he made a lead with a rope lariat and tethered the horses together.

  “I think I suck at this.” She frowned.

  “A little, but it’s your first time. Cut yourself some slack.” To give her
a full lesson, he would probably need a day with her on the trail.

  But tonight wasn’t about learning to ride, even if he wouldn’t mind making her a bit more familiar with it.

  He attached the bag that Sidonie packed on Jack’s saddle and wrapped the lead on Apple’s pommel.

  “Slide forward.”

  She complied and he mounted behind her.

  Riding was as natural to Den as breathing, but Sidonie was another story. She hunched over and the way she gripped the saddle would ensure she was nothing but one big cramp tomorrow.

  “Calm down and relax.”

  “I don’t know if I can.”

  He gripped the reins with one hand and slid the other around to her belly. She was inhaling shallowly and he dipped his fingers below the hem of her cotton shirt.

  “Unbutton your shirt.”

  She did, but her fingers fumbled over every button on the way down. He couldn’t see her exposed belly, but he could feel the heat of her skin and that was close enough. Den grabbed the middle of her bra and pulled harshly until the stiff material ejected both of her breasts into the evening air.

  When he pinched a nipple, she melted into him and his body corrected her into the proper posture. He nudged Apple into action and Jack followed.

  He didn’t want to spook Sidonie, so they rode at an amble out of the farm until they were in the fallow areas between corn fields.

  The farm had several types of cash crops and to preserve the nitrogen levels in the soil, the farm rotated fields each year.

  She was still a bit stiff, but with every touch, he reminded her body to focus on him and not the ride. He plucked her nipples, alternated back and forth until her hips rocked incessantly.

  Her arms wrapped behind her and gripped his thighs, her nails bit into his skin even with the denim between them.

  Den unsnapped her jeans and pushed her forward. It would be a tight fit, but if he could just get the pants over her ass, he would be golden. The pants stretched even more than he hoped, but when he really took a tactile feel of the fabric, it wasn’t denim, but more along the lines of fleece sweatpants.

  “What kind of pants are you wearing?”

  “That’s what you’re going to ask me?”

  “Just curious.”

  “Den, honey, if you have the ability to ask about my pants right now, I must not be tempting enough.” He tugged the reins and stopped their movement. Apple halted almost immediately in testament to her age and training.

  “I’ll show you tempting. Keep still.” He pulled the hunting knife he carried in his belt out and slit the soft pants from crotch to waistband at the backside, then stuck the knife back in its sheath.

  Sidonie went still. “Did you just?”

  “Cut your pants up the ass? Yes, I did.” Perversely enough, he felt satisfaction when he exposed her to the night air for the stars to bear witness to her screams.

  “Thehellswrongwithyou!” She jerked away from him and looked back as if she didn’t know him at all.

  “Nothing’s wrong with me. Want to make a bet?”

  “On what?” she shot back with a dose of sarcasm.

  “That I could rub your cunt one good time and you’d nut all over the back of this horse.”

  Her nostrils flared and she whipped her head around. “Are you crazy?”

  She acted like she didn’t like it, but he knew her tells by now. She was so close to coming that a good gust of air would likely do the trick in short order.

  He leaned over her and planted his lips next to her ear. “No more than you are. Put your money where your mouth is and let your body speak for you.”

  She nodded and he pulled the ruined flap of pants forward. She wore underwear, but since he’d already ix-nayed her pants, the least he could let her do was keep them.

  “Hold the reins.” He handed her the leather strip and tore the top off of a condom. He stuffed the wrapper in the saddle bag, and then he leaned back and sheathed his erection.

  It took a bit of work to maneuver her into position, but by the time they finished, she nearly sat atop his thighs with his cock fully embedded inside of her.

  He released the lead and grabbed the pommel with one hand and wrapped the other arm over her belly as he fisted the reins again.

  He kneed Apple into a quick cantor and let the ride do all of the work.

  Sidonie squealed, a sound of delight.

  She sagged into his body and he rocked into her even deeper as Apple picked up the pace, likely due to the unconscious pressure he’d placed with his knees.

  For a long mile or so, he let the horse take them through the well-trodden trail until he thought he was going to lose his mind if he couldn’t get deeper inside of her.

  The pace was nothing he could control. The horse had long since taken over, even if he held the reins.

  She bobbed against his other hand and he realized the pommel stimulated her clit.

  Sidonie might be a city girl, but she knew how to stir a country boy up.

  Den slowed down and stopped at a small stream that only contained water in the spring time, there was a tiny trickle, enough to quench the horses’ throats.

  And there was a broad oak that was older than his great-grandfather. He tugged her off of his cock, and then dismounted Apple. He helped her out of the saddle and pulled off his button down shirt.

  “Put this on.”

  “Why?”

  “Because I’m about to fuck you right here and I don’t want you to get bark in your back.”

  She slid on the shirt and leaned into the back of the huge tree trunk with a wicked grin. The sorry scrap of pants rested on the ground and he let Apple follow the scent of the water. He whistled, Jack would show up shortly for a drink, too.

  She bit her lip and rubbed her nipples. “You said you wanted to do what?”

  “I can show you better than tell you.”

  “Then do it.” Den grabbed her thighs harshly with a tug around the waist as he re-seated his cock within her.

  He steadied himself with one hand on the tree above her head and the other beneath her ass. She planted her lips on his, sucked his tongue in whole as he plunged in and out again.

  “Oh, Den, fuck me!” She cried to the heavens as he gave her all he had.

  “That’s it, tell me how good it feels.”

  “It’s…” she tilted her head back and groaned heartily.

  “It’s…” He prodded verbally, and then physically with his cock.

  She whimpered and clenched him at the ribs. The fat there was sparse and her grip hurt enough that he wanted to hurt her back. Just a little.

  He whipped her away and back, met every riposte with a flick of hips.

  All he could hear was her choppy breathing and nonsense that she sputtered every now and again. “Ohhh…fu-uu, Ahh!”

  Den wanted to laugh at the gibberish, but he was so hard he thought he would burst.

  When they finished, he took a blanket from Jack’s back and spread it out on the ground where they ate the meal Sidonie prepped for them.

  The food was delicious, a huge bowl of chicken salad that had grapes and crackers. There was some cheese and tiny cups of wine that had a lid on top. It was much fancier than the simple sandwiches he’d planned on.

  She laughed at the informal manner that they had been forced to eat in.

  “I thought we’d be somewhere with utensils. Sorry.” There was only a large slotted serving spoon, so they were forced to use toothpicks to jab at the fruit salad, and they had to dip the crackers in the bowl of chicken salad.

  “This is better than what I had planned for dinner.”

  “Oooh, tell me.”

  “Turkey on rye and potato chips.”

  “Well, I like turkey on rye, and potato chips are an American staple.” She chuckled.

  And that was that.

  They rode Jack back with the same slow amble they arrived. But this time, he had her mount backward, and he stuffed his semi inside o
f her and let the ride bring him back to full mast.

  He didn’t have an orgasm on the ride back, but when they finally arrived back at his place that night, she gave him a ride in the comforts of his bed that satisfied him in every way.

  * * * *

  Saturday night, Den was distracted.

  At the moment, he was supposed to be writing a ticket, but his mind had wandered.

  Not a good thing when he was at work. He decided to let the offender go as they had a clean driving record and no warrants. Well, the real reason was that his mind had gone off into La-La land and he didn’t feel like the hassle with the erection his memories plagued him with.

  He went back to the precinct to eat dinner and sat down in one of the break rooms. The space was tiny and pretty bare save a few necessary appliances and a set of tables.

  Den took a bite of the sandwich and let his mind wander back to that morning.

  He’d flicked the blinds open and looked over at the house next door. Jared and his wife Cynthia spent their Saturday mornings gardening and in just a short while, he knew the pair would be outside and in the dirt.

  They were also sexually adventurous and wouldn’t take offense at seeing him have sex. Actually, they would likely fuck like rabbits afterward. Maybe even during. He’d caught them on several occasions in the back yard when he went to grill or take out the trash. They had a deck to die for and the chaise lounge was a favorite place for them to indulge their carnal hungers.

  Plus, Jared had let him know that if he was ever interested, his wife would love to fuck him. But that was a personal no-no. Den didn’t do married. There was something of the country boy still in him, the man that had watched his parents love each other fiercely. They were a model of what the vows actually were supposed to mean.

  So he’d gently declined their offer, but earlier this week, he’d made one of his own.

  He would leave the windows open and let them watch him take Sidonie.

  The blinds being turned was a signal Jared would recognize, as it was the same one they used to catch him on a handful of occasions, when he mowed the grass on the odd morning depending on his schedule. In just a few minutes, he’d pull them up so the view was better.

  Sidonie stirred when the light hit her in the face.