CHAPTER NINE
Tyler
Jacob smirks evilly.
“It’s so good to have you back, Ty. I hope you’re ready to handle business.”
My brother’s all fake, because actually Jake’s upset about my return. For the last decade he’s been the top dog at the house while I’ve been away at school. Yeah, my presence grates on him. Bad.
It’s a weird story, or maybe not so weird when you think about it. Because someone at the Lazy Q has got to be good with numbers. Someone’s gotta know the accounting shit, the legal tangles, the building codes and farming laws. And that person was me, I was the only one even remotely good with books.
So my dad sent me away to the academy years ago. I haven’t shown my face at the ranch for years, and I think most people forgot there was a fourth Morgan brother altogether. But I’m back now, and it doesn’t exactly make my bros happy. If anything, it scares them shitless, my presence a threat to the old way of doing things.
“I’m always ready for business,” I respond to Jacob with the direct gaze that has made him nervous since childhood.
He sneers.
“Sure, you fancy schoolboys always say you’re ready, but we’ll see,” he grins, voice rising to a high, nervous pitch. “We’ll see.”
I shrug, unintimidated.
To Jacob I’m some spoiled city kid, but to me he’s a dumb ranch hand. I’ll love my brother always, but still, his ignorance and mean streak are fucking annoying as hell.
“We got all the farms to sell just like you asked,” comes his whiny complaint. “I told you it wouldn’t be a problem for us. You may know business, but we know this neighborhood.”
Our younger brother Mitch interrupts then, eager to throw in his two cents.
“And the assholes that run ‘em!” he yells from the doorway. “We know the assholes who run ‘em!”
I sigh. Fuck, I wasn’t aware Mitch was listening, but it’s best they all heard at the same time.
“Where’s Eli?” I ask, swiveling my head until I spot my second brother staring at his phone. “Get over here!” I call out and they slowly make their way over, reluctant to do as told. But I’m the new boss, and they can feel it in their bones.
I start off diplomatically.
“I’ve seen what you’ve done and it’s impressive. We’ve increased our market share by forty percent, making us the largest distributor in the Midwest. But we need more land.”
“We got everything already,” snorts Jacob. “We got everything except those losers, the Jones. They think if they sit long enough, we’ll back down. Fuck that,” he swears savagely. “Fuck that.”
This was before I’d set eyes on Maisie, before I knew the sweet girl was alone and desperate at the Double H.
“We’ll get ‘em,” I say confidently. “The Jones aren’t gonna last,” are my final words.
But my brothers are skeptical.
“Naw, you don’t know Walter Jones,” sneers Eli. “That fuckwad is dumb as a tank, it wouldn’t matter how much you offered, he thinks his land is his birthright.”
I shrug nonchalantly.
“I’ll talk to him,” are my words. “Some money and the right words will make the difference.”
My bros share a glance, evil flickering in the air.
“Walter Jones is dead,” starts Jacob. “Dead as a doornail.”
I shoot them a bland look.
“Fine. There must be someone over there. Who is it?”
My brothers share another glance, expressions smooth.
“Just some fat girl living by herself. It’s pretty pathetic,” says Eli, tone bland. “His daughter or somethin’.”
I raise my eyebrows, spidey sense tingling.
“How long has she been by herself?”
Eli shrugs again.
“Since the Jones dude died, so I guess it’s a couple months at least,” he says nonchalantly. “Must be hard, Maisie all alone, twistin’ in the wind.”
My mouth pulls into a frown.
“So you guys knew there was a single woman at the Double H, struggling to get by? And you’ve done nothing?” I snort my disbelief. “What kind of shit assholes are you?”
All three of them shrug.
“Like I said, she’s fat and ugly, a real piece of dog crap,” says Eli again. “Not worth goin’ over there.”
Another pause, punctuated by my disbelieving snort.
“Fuck you all,” is my low growl. “If there was ever a time to get her to sell, it’s now, by showing some neighborly love. And you fuckwads have been sitting here on your asses doing nothing? What the hell is wrong with you?”
The boys exchange guilty glances.
“Well, she doesn’t exactly like us …,” trails Jacob.
“I mean, we’re not exactly best friends …,” adds Eli.
I snort again.
“I don’t give a shit, friends or no friends. I’m going over there myself,” comes my harsh reply. “We’ll get that land if I have to talk her sweet and give her all the right words.”
My brothers smirk.
“Sure go ahead, big bro. Use that sugar coated tongue. Just be sure to bring a paper bag to put over her head, she’s fuckin’ ugly as hell.”
“Or bring two bags,” pipes up Eli helpfully. “One over her head, and one over yours, in case hers falls off!” he cackles.
Rolling my eyes I walk out of the office, leaving my brothers and their immature conversation behind. What lameasses. What stupid fucks. As the boss, I was gonna have to do everything myself … including convincing this Maisie chick to sell her family farm.
***
I spent that night going over all the specifics of the Jones property. Jacob had tried to get the financial history from the bank, but the bank refused, citing privacy laws. Fuck that. The farm had to be on its last legs, anyone with two eyes could see. Just driving by, there were more weeds than vegetables, the land fallow, the house falling apart.
So I hopped on that horse to put this little Maisie out of her misery. And that’s what I thought I would be doing. I planned to pay her well over market value, and even help her start a new life. What did she want? New clothes? Some jewelry? An apartment in the hot part of town?
But that damned horse fucked up my whole plan, bucking like an idiot, sending me flying just as we made it to the defunct property. I’m still not sure how I injured my leg, but I’ll never forget Maisie’s innocent face when she discovered me in that barn. Fading in and out of consciousness, her big hazel eyes and pink pouty lips were all that kept me alive.
And shit, she was horny. Licking my dick when she thought I was unconscious? Of course I had to stay, a girl this amazing doesn’t come around every day.
But I swear, I was gonna reveal my true intentions at some point. It’s just that when we finally had our first conversation, I couldn’t remember a thing. Yeah, me the fancy business guy, was completely lost and witless, sitting across from this beautiful nymph.
And I never got the chance to bring it up. Sure, I skirted by the topic a couple times, but Maisie always got so agitated, that I’d just let it drop. There were better things to do, like kissing those sweet lips or licking her pussy, tasting the female nectar down below as she moaned in appreciation.
So yeah, our three months together have been a mix of pure joy and a lot of unanswered questions. She asks me who I am, but I always give some vague answer, saying some shit about being a traveling ranch hand, changing the topic as fast as possible.
Plus, Maisie’s just so fucking innocent. Outside of the farm she doesn’t know anything about the world, and doesn’t have a mean bone in her body. Who am I to crush that sweetness, to rip away her rosy view? Only a true asshole would do that to a teen girl.
So yeah, it’s a bad situation now. The truth has been on the tip of my tongue since our first night together, when she finally let me taste that sweet snatch. Holy fuck she’s got the best pussy in the world. I could fuck her every day for the rest of my
life, and I fully intend to. Because we’re getting married. That tasty twat is gonna be mine permanently, and I can’t fucking wait.
Shit!
What the hell have I gotten myself into?
Each lie digs me further in the never-ending hole of dishonesty. There’s no doubt in my mind that Maisie will eventually know who I am, but timing is everything. She’s so young and pure. I refuse to destroy that. There’s something between us, and without sounding like a complete sap, she makes me happy as hell, my days on this earth infinitely better.
I just need to get through today and then I’ll tell her all my secrets. Hopefully she loves me enough to forgive me for my sins. My huge, giant, unforgiveable sins. I hope.
“Hey handsome,” I hear a soft voice from the doorway, and oh shit, my girl looks beautiful in a white dress. Her curves are soft and plump, the fabric skimming yet highlighting her generous female assets. I can’t wait to turn her around, pulling that dress up, and driving right in.
But first, the wedding ceremony.
“Baby, you look incredible,” comes my hoarse rasp. “Absolutely gorgeous.”
She blushes, looking down before looking back up at me shyly.
“Thanks. This was in my closet but I’ve never had a reason to wear it before,” she confides shyly, and I pull her towards me, like a magnet seeking a pole. It’s been too long since I tasted that sweet tongue.
“Wait!” She holds her finger between our faces. “I want to wait until they announce us man and wife. No more kisses until I’m Mrs. Morgan,” she flirts sweetly, and a rush of pride fills my heart. Oh shit, yes, that’s right. It sounds right for her to be Mrs. Morgan, one hundred percent on target.
“Baby, after this is all over, I’m pumping you full of kids,” I rasp again, eyes blazing at her hotly. “Dozens of kids honey, that figure is gonna get ripe and round.”
Maisie blushes shyly, gasping a little, although there’s no reason. Isn’t this what married folks do? Besides, we’ve never used protection, so I’d be surprised if she wasn’t pregnant already.
But then the girl lifts shining eyes to me.
“Yes Tyler,” she breathes. “I’d love to have your children, that’d make me so happy.”
And I almost collapse then because there’s nothing so right as this woman bearing my offspring. Oh shit, that curvy figure getting even curvier, her breasts leaking with milk? Oh fuck yeah.
So clasping hands, we make our way to the front of the courtroom, the officiant standing solemnly before us in gray robes.
“Tyler Morgan,” the clergyman announces. “Do you, Tyler Morgan, solemnly swear to take this woman as your wife?”
The words rush to my lips so fast it’s like a small eruption.
“Yes,” comes my harsh growl. “Yes, absolutely.”
The officiant clears his throat as Maisie smiles sweetly, those soft brown eyes meeting mine.
“And do you, Maisie Jones, solemnly swear to take this man as your husband?”
I watch as her lips form the word yes, and that’s all that matters. Because the rest of the ceremony disappears in a blur for me, the surroundings dissolving into a haze until it’s just me and Maisie standing there. It’s just my girl and me, the light of my life with the man who adores her.
But finally, the ceremony ends.
“I now pronounce you man and wife!” are the first words I hear clearly.
And our first kiss as husband and wife is the gentlest I’ve ever experienced. It’s sweet and loving, tender and soft, but I want her bad. So when the judge holds out the marriage certificate I literally jog to retrieve it, staring at the white piece of paper.
Now, regardless what happens, Maisie is my wife. We’ll handle our problems together, until death do us part, in sickness and in health, all that rigamarole. She owns my heart, and nothing will tear us apart.
After shaking the hand of a few strangers, we make our way out of the courthouse, stopping in front of her father’s old car, a beat-up truck that’s seen better days.
“Should we go get dinner to celebrate?” I ask, realizing my plan went no further than getting this certificate. I honestly didn’t plan anything, so focused on making her officially mine.
“Well, it depends,” Maisie looks at me with playful eyes.
Oh yeah, my new wife’s got ideas, she never lets me down.
“Depends on what?” I growl, gaze going hot.
“Now that we’re married, are you going to start treating me like a crystal doll?” she flirts lightly, waggling her hips just so.
“I didn’t intend on it,” comes my answering growl, blood rushing to my cock.
“Oh good,” she reaches in her purse, retrieving the car keys, “Because then I’d like to be taken home and fucked … as a wife, this time,” she teases while running a soft palm quickly over my bulging erection. Holy shit, we’re in broad daylight standing in front of the courthouse, and my little slut has already appeared. My breathing is erratic and I want to bend her over the car right here, right now.
But I can’t resist, and the words are out before I can stop.
“I love you,” comes the sentence. “I love you Maisie Morgan.” Oh shit, I really am fucked. The brunette’s got me wrapped around her finger, and she knows it. Walking with that tantalizing wiggle again, she turns before opening the door to get into the car.
“Take me home then,” she purrs. “Take me home and I’m all yours.”
I practically run to the driver’s side, snatching the door open and hurling myself behind the wheel. The truck squeals out of the parking lot, but then Maisie grabs my forearm.
“Take the back way,” she instructs pointing to the south exit of the courthouse.
“That’ll take me fifteen extra minutes,” I huff, but she shrugs innocently, a smile flitting about her mouth.
“Fine,” I growl. Tit for tat. If she wants to make me wait, I’ll make her beg for this dick. The thought of her plan backfiring brings a sly smile to my face.
But as I pull out of the parking lot onto the dirt road surrounded by high corn stalks, Maisie unbuckles her seatbelt.
“What are you doing?” comes my harsh demand as she gets on her knees and leans over the center console.
“I’m about to suck my husband’s fat cock,” she says matter-of-factly, licking her lips hungrily. Oh shit, I’m about to come from that alone, erupting in white ribbons from excitement. Giggling, the girl unzips my pants, wiggling the hard rod out. As usual, it’s already at ten inches, leaking with virile sperm.
“Oh fuck,” I grunt when she slides me into her warm, wet mouth. She’s gotten so good at sucking me off. But we could crash, so I breathe deep, trying to focus on the road, even as my dick jolts. Holy cow. She’s so dirty and I love it.
Doing that thing where she swirls her mouth around my tip and jacks the base of my cock, I’m ready to bust in her mouth. This feeling is too good to end, so I fight the urge to come and instead look over at her fat ass raised in the air. Steering with my left hand, I reach over and yank her white dress up.
Holy fuck! That pink butt is fully exposed!
“You don’t have any fucking panties on,” I grunt, cock jerking in her mouth.
“Oops,” she looks up to me with those innocent eyes, her mouth open and wet from my pre-come and her saliva. Spreading her legs as wide as the car seat allows, she arches her back down to poke her behind in the air. “Can you reach my pussy from there, Daddy? I’m creamy for you,” her tongue is still on my cock and it takes every ounce of willpower not to pour down her throat.
Sliding my hand over that soft, plump ass, I first smack her right cheek, instantly leaving a red mark. My breath catches when she moans with my dick down her throat; it feels like my cock is vibrating. After a few slaps to her other cheek, and more moans on the head of my length, I move my hand around to her drenched pussy.
“Fuck little girl, you’re soaking,” I rasp, trying not to crash while savoring the warm gushiness at my fingertips
.
“I know,” she pants, still mouthing my hard rod. “I know Daddy, give it to me.”
Three fingers sink into her and she buries my cock in her throat. The car almost veers off the road, but I don’t stop shoving my fingers down her tight cunt. I’m ramming into her wishing it was my cock, and she’s sucking me like a lollipop.
“This what you want?” I call out, although I know she can’t answer with a mouthful of steel. “You want to get fucked while sucking this cock?” I ask, my hips now lifting off the seat, begging her to take more of me. My release is about three strokes away, but I don’t want to come in her mouth. Slipping a fourth finger in her pussy, I shove my thumb into her asshole and she spits my dick out at once. I smirk to myself because I knew that would make her stop and I needed a break to delay my nut.
“Oh fuck me, Daddy!” She begs, her ass sliding back to my hand like we’re fucking. “Fuck me!”
“Put my cock back in your fucking mouth!” I order and she slowly slides her mouth down my shaft, twisting her head to run her tongue along my thick vein.
My fingers are coated in her cream when I pull into the driveway of the farmhouse, the tires screeching to a halt. It’s been killing me to hold back and now I’m ready to fuck her brains out. Pulling her hair, I force my cock out of her mouth, eager to get inside.
“Come on, baby. I’m dying to feel this pussy,” I rasp before opening the car door and bolting to the house with long strides. But Maisie is still standing by the truck.
“Tyler,” she calls to me sweetly.
“Get inside!” I order, gesturing furiously, struggling to stay in control. My dick is out and hard, dripping insanely as I try to get my girl into the house.
But the girl turns and prances in the other direction, that bare pussy winking at me.
“No!” she says sweetly and I roar, dick practically popping now.
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