by Jean Baker
“I have eyes and two or three female hormones left in this old body. I hope he doesn’t turn out to be a serial killer or a druggie.”
“I only met him yesterday and don’t know much about him. Probably ought to send him on his way. He doesn’t say much about his past and avoids answering any questions on the subject. Maybe it’s only his shyness.”
“Carl told us, most likely he recently came from the war and is handling PSTD the best way he can. The minute I laid eyes on him, my first thoughts concerned what the church folks and the community would think about you having him around.”
“Yeah, it crossed my mind, too. Might worry about it more if any of those people had helped me out after Leven died. I only care what you and Dad think.”
“You should have seen him when he jumped from Baby, all sweaty muscles and beautiful hair. It won’t take him long to get in your pants if you’ve gotten over Leven at all. Now, that does worry me without knowing more about him.” Susan reached for some beans and began snapping them. Goldie’s face blazed with heat. “Mom, what has come over you? Dad would shit if he heard you say such stuff.”
“After Clinton and Carl run him through the paces with the crops and find out how much he knows about farming, you’ll get your answer about what they think.”
“Mom, do you already have an opinion?” Goldie held her breath. If Mom doesn’t approve, no matter what Dad thinks, Duncan would have to leave.
“I liked him right away. He has good manners—clearly had a good country upbringing. I had a worrisome moment after he dodged Clint’s questions. It’s something to wonder about. But, if the brothers approve and the young man passes Clint’s special test, then you have my vote to keep him on.”
“What special test?”
“The taste test. Duncan will have to taste the soil in several sections and tell your father what the land needs.”
Time passed. The two women rocked, talked, and laughed. Goldie saw the men exiting the field, her dad, a head taller than Carl, and barely shorter than Duncan. “Look, Mom. The men look mighty friendly.”
The younger man paced between the two older men, his face solemn. Carl and Clint were talking and laughing. Carl gave Duncan a friendly punch on his bicep.
Susan sighed. “I know Clint wishes he would have had a son to grow up like Duncan.”
“You sure it isn’t you wanting a son?” Goldie chuckled. Her body heated with her own desire to have Duncan. As the men disappeared into the barn, thoughts of the time spent with him in the hay loft that morning made her sex cream. “I’m going in, Mom, to put a roast in the oven. Be right back.”
She rejoined her mother as her father, standing by his pick-up, called out. “Susan, Goldie, we’re running into town for some stuff. Be back in a couple of hours.” The three men got into the truck and drove off.
“My, my,” Susan murmured. “Looks like approval to me.” She stood and stretched. “If you don’t mind, I’m going to take a nap.”
Goldie tried to stay busy, tidying the house and preparing supper. Her efforts were handicapped by her body’s reaction to passions raised by remembering the bouts with Duncan in her bed and in the barn. The kitchen had filled with the aroma of red wine cooking off the roast by the time biscuits were spread on a baking sheet, waiting to be popped in the oven. The beef gravy pungent with onions made her mouth water.
She went back on the porch to wait. Within minutes, the Silverado approached and she leaned against a support column. Her father parked next to the double-door opening to the barn. A thick, single mattress lay on top of a load of fencing and supplies. Duncan hoisted the bedding on his thick shoulder and carried it into the barn. Goldie bit her lip and her heart raced. A definite sign they want Duncan to stay.
After the hearty meal, Carl left with a covered plate of food. Duncan took the pillow and linen provided and went to the barn. Goldie, with her parents, remained at the table. “Dad, why the mattress? Duncan can have the guest room.”
Her mother sat straight and stared at her. “That would be completely inappropriate.”
“Daughter,” Clinton said, shaking his head. “Your mother is right. I want you to be very careful with this man; I told him, he better watch himself with my daughter. We all approve of him now, but I told him he has a month to prove himself. I’d feel better about it if we knew more about his background, but you need help now. Wish you’d hired help earlier.” Face, drawn in worry lines, he said, “You have one problem with him, let me know and I’ll be rabbit-fast getting back.”
“Oh, Dad. You didn’t need to say those things to him.”
Her mother said, “You know my worry. No matter what, protect your heart. We would like to stay longer, but we left our dogs with friends and need to get back.”
Goldie sighed, “Next time you come, bring the dogs and stay longer. Breakfast will be ready before you leave.
Everyone retired. Goldie rolled around, wide awake for hours. Damn it. Don’t I have any control at all? Her body replied by burning in need, her sexual core clamping down on itself. She didn’t get much sleep during the night.
At breakfast, everyone seemed chipper, but she had a headache and felt miserable with exhaustion. She glared at Duncan, who enthusiastically discussed farm projects with her father. Son-of-a-gun had managed without quite well last night without her. Now, her parents were more interested in him than their own daughter. I need to bite something.
She and Duncan stood together in the yard and watched the truck move toward the road, little puffs of dust rising behind them. Goldie stomped toward the house. Suddenly lifted, she flew through the air and landed in Duncan’s arms. His mouth covered hers and she clamped her lips together. “Hey, what’s wrong with my sweet baby?”
“Baby, my ass. You didn’t even miss me last night. And, there I was, wallowing around on the bed needing you. Put me down.”
Duncan hugged her tighter and ran up the steps. “Hang on. I’ll show you how much I missed you. Don’t give me a hard time because I respected your parents enough to stay out of your bed last night.”
The more she struggled, the tighter he hugged her, and the closer he came to her bedroom. He dropped her feet to the floor and began ripping off his clothes. She stared at him, her lips in a pout. His jeans hit the floor, and his cock, rock hard, sprang forward. Hands on his hips, watching her face turn pink, he laughed. “Little girl lost her toy.” Stepping closer, his hand gripped his erection. “Here it is. Now take off your clothes, or do I have to do it.”
“You sure lost your bashfulness mighty damn quick.” She crossed her arms across her chest and frowned.
Duncan stared at her, at a loss for words. “Are your feelings really hurt? Sorry. I’ll make it up to you.”
“How?”
“Remember asking if you needed to rape me? Now, I’m asking. Will I have to rape you to make you happy?”
“You better not put your hands on my body.” Although, sounding fierce, the corners of her mouth trembled.
He leapt toward her and jerked her pants to the floor. She squeaked. “My hands didn’t touch the body.” Next, the tee-shirt landed on the floor in two parts. Throwing his hips against her caused her to land on her back in the bed, gasping.
“You cheated.” She laughed and squirmed further back onto the bed. He scrambled after her until he held her hips between his knees, and then he planted his hands on the bed, either side of her face.
“Hands didn’t touch your body. I will always follow your rules.” His cock strained toward her and almost emptied on her belly. Slow down, old boy. Not the time or place.
His head dropped and his mouth latched onto her breast, suckling hard. She thrashed and moaned. Giving the nipple a little nip, he attacked the other breast. Her hands buried in his hair and pulled him tighter against her body. Giving another sharp nip, his mouth traveled down her belly, kissing, while he placed his knees between her thighs. Moving down, he hooked his elbows under her knees and pushed them apart to open h
er sex. She whimpered and bucked against his belly. The sound brought him upright onto his knees, and his cock began pumping and he couldn’t restrain it.
Crying out, trying to stop by scooting back and forcing her womanhood apart again with his arms, his juices trailed through her wet lips and onto the bed when his stomach hit the mattress. He submerged his face directly into her cunt, found her precious clit and mouthed it. Her legs pulled away from his elbows and wrapped around his shoulders, pushing down, grinding his mouth into her wet heat. His mouth found her opening, and he sucked until she started bucking and screaming. Tonguing deep, he felt the waves of spasms inside her body clutching at his tongue.
Her heals pounded against his back as her back arched until only her shoulders and hips touched the bed. “Again. I’m coming again. Aaaaaa! God, oh God!”
Finally, his hips stopped fucking the sheets, and she quieted. He lifted up, looked into her slack face. “Can I use my hands now?” His voice growled from his chest.
Goldie opened her eyes and two tears ran down her cheeks. After a weak laugh, she said in a hoarse whisper, “Use everything you’ve got to do anything you want.”
The minute the words left her mouth, his cock swelled until it felt as if it would burst through the skin. Duncan pulled his hips up between hers, held the juicy waiting lips apart with his fingers and slammed his cock into her until their pubic bones crashed together. His hands clutched the bedding either side of her waist, and she gripped his wrists, violently bucking, meeting his manhood as he drove into her well of pulsating heat.
They came at the same time, locked together and letting cock and pussy do the dancing. Every muscle in his body locked down, and all his senses were directed toward her sucking, convulsing walls. Aware his cock emptied into her didn’t matter to him—all that mattered to him was her glorious relief. Her movements encouraged his cock to remain hard. After she had come over and over, and dropped with a shuddering sigh, he relaxed and filled her with his juices again.
Groaning, Duncan pulled his dripping cock out and rolled over onto the bed, struggling for oxygen. Goldie lay, stretched out, her hands on her heaving chest. God above, I cannot live without this woman. Once he could speak, he lifted on one elbow and stared into her emerald eyes. “Still mad?”
Goldie lifted her brows. “Mad about what?”
He clutched the edge of the sheet and wiped the perspiration from their faces. “Will you keep me around, or run me off again?”
After a gentle kiss, she replied. “I’ll never let you go again. Ever.”
End First Book
Goldie and Duncan’s story continues in Arrested Love. Available on Smashworlds and Amazon.
