Tristan rolled his eyes. Seriously, where did Tina get her fire from? He found, to his horror, that he actually liked sparring with her.
“I went to sign papers, like I mentioned. It’s been a crazy process but I’m going to be adopting two children.”
“What?” Tina’s mouth fell open and for once she didn’t have anything to say.
Tristan himself didn’t know why the hell he had just told her that. He liked his private life to remain just that. Private. He hadn’t told anyone about the adoption yet.
“Yes,” he said grudgingly, unable to back down after his announcement. “It’s taken almost two years. I’m adopting a boy and a girl. A brother and sister. Their parents were killed in a car accident and they have no other family. Mason is eight and his sister, Annette, is six.”
“Wow. That’s incredible. I mean… wow.” Tina stood there still, suds dripping down her arms.
Tristan raised a brow. “What? You think that because I used to do cage fighting I would be an unfit father?”
“Not at all.” Tina’s cheeks reddened but she shook her head. “I’m just surprised. Adoption is a huge process. Congratulations. I don’t know that I would have the patience or drive to go through with it all.”
“If you want something badly enough you would.”
“Children… why didn’t you just marry someone and have your own?”
“That’s a pretty nosy question,” Tristan said flatly.
Tina had the grace to look ashamed. “Sorry. I guess I’m just used to being blunt. You’re right though, that was rude.”
“You’re the only person who has ever had enough courage to ask me things like that. It’s a rare person indeed who speaks their mind. An even rarer woman.”
“Oh. You’re one of those kinds.”
“One of what kinds?”
“Men who think all women are just trouble. It’s funny how they can’t quite bring themselves to stay altogether clear.”
Tristan shrugged. “A man has needs. A wife doesn’t have to be one of them. You’re right, women are just generally trouble.”
Tina pursed her delicate lips into a pretty pout that made Tristan’s cock ache. “Sometimes men are too. Maybe when I’m ready for kids I’ll go the route you did and just adopt. It would probably save me a lot of trouble and heartache down the road.”
“You’re pretty cynical yourself.”
Tina sighed. “In my experience men only want two things. Sex and more sex.”
“What’s wrong with that?”
Cheeks on fire, Tina turned back to the remaining dishes. “Nothing I guess,” She finally threw over her shoulder. “Sometimes it would just be nice if emotion could factor into the equation.”
“Emotion. What a messy word that is. I never got around to asking a woman to marry me because I never found the right one. If you say a man wants only sex then most women just want to be looked after. They just want money.”
Tina whirled. “Some might. It’s pretty hard to say when you’re rich.”
“Now you understand the problem. I’ve met very few genuine people in my life.”
“That makes two of us then and I definitely am not rich.”
Tristan waited until Tina turned back to finishing up scrubbing pots before he allowed a small smile. He finally knew what it was that was so attractive about Tina. It was her confidence but more than that it was that she was genuine. She wasn’t afraid to do or say or think what she thought. She wasn’t scared to be herself.
In a world filled with actors and fake people, Tristan’s world, it was a rare commodity indeed.
Chapter 5
Lucinda finally had a few hours free a couple mornings later to take a walk around the ranch. She assumed that it wasn’t illegal or not allowed, considering she lived on the premises.
She noticed Tristan and a few of the hands, still hard at work trying to break Storm. By now the horse was a legend. It was rumored that no horse, or woman, could outlast Tristan’s will.
Matilda, the younger of the two housekeepers, a woman in her late twenties, seemed to be a real wealth of information about Tristan, though how much of it was true, Lucinda had yet to find out. She was reluctant to trust the words of a flighty young woman who obviously had a crush on her boss.
Lucinda stood in the yard, watching intently as Tristan tried again to get back in the saddle. Storm tossed his head, the grey horse snorting and bucking wildly as soon as Tristan got on his back. She grinned as she watched Tristan get tossed into the dirt for the third time since she’d been outside and she’d been standing in the yard watching for less than ten minutes.
She expected the hot tempered Tristan would pick himself up and start cursing and stomping but he did no such thing. He calmly and quietly led Storm over to try and get on his back again. Lucinda watched, fascinated as Tristan stroked the horse’s muzzle gently, offering soft, kind words to try and soothe the beast.
He was much gentler with his animals than he was with his employees, Lucinda fumed.
As she stood watching she noticed a black SUV come racing down the driveway. She tensed but didn’t move from where she was standing just a ways from the back kitchen doorway.
A man, likely in his early forties, got out. He didn’t bother helping his passenger, a curvy blonde who was probably twenty years younger than him, out of the passenger side.
She was wearing a short, ripped up pair of denim skirt that exposed half her ass cheeks. Her plaid top was about six sizes too small and her large breasts strained at what buttons she’d bothered to do up.
She wore cowboy boots that had obviously never seen any action. They were pristine. If Lucinda were to guess, she would have thought the couple from the city.
“Tristan!” The man called out.
Seeing his friend, Tristan hopped out of the ring, giving Storm a break. “Joe!” He ran and clapped his friend on the back affectionately. Joe was a good six inches shorter than Tristan. He looked like he was in good shape but he was sleekly muscled compared to Tristan’s massive size.
“This is Francesca. Franny, you remember Tristan from last time we were here?”
“Of course.” Franny twirled a strand of blonde hair around her index finger and shot Tristan a coy look.
Lucinda’s blood pressure increased a thousand percent at seeing the scorching look. Tristan shot a look back that was blazing in itself.
Huffing, Lucinda was above to move off back to the kitchen where she could hide out when Tristan spotted her and called her name. She turned slowly, facing him as he and his friends closed the distance.
“Tina, meet my friend Joe and his girlfriend Franny. I didn’t know they were coming but they’ll be staying for dinner. Can you make something for all of us?”
Lucinda smiled sweetly. “It would be my pleasure. Are you vegetarians as well?”
“Hell no,” Joe said, smiling warmly.
Lucinda was surprised to find she actually thought she could like the man. He seemed alright. It was his skank girlfriend who couldn’t keep her eyes off Tristan that Lucinda was instantly wary of.
She pasted on a fake smile and nodded before rushing off to the kitchen. Once she was inside she paused, leaning up against the stainless steel counter. Why the hell did she feel jealous? She recognized the hot emotion that was twisting her insides mercilessly; sheer, hot jealousy.
Lucinda shook her head and threw herself into the task of preparing dinner for the men and Tristan’s friends. The busier she stayed the less she would think about Franny, Tristan, or her own irrational feelings.
***
After serving dinner and cleaning up the kitchen, Lucinda stepped outside for a breath of fresh air. The June night was warm and fragrant with the heady scent of wildflowers and neighboring cattle.
She stared up at the stars. They winked down at her in their velvet blue black blanket. They were so incredibly beautiful. For a girl who had spent almost her en
tire life in the city, Lucinda wondered now what her irrational anxiety about coming to the country was. Sure there wasn’t great shopping or fancy restaurants. There wasn’t plays and constant entertainment, no art galleries or fancy architecture.
Lucinda had always feared quiet and she was a little shocked to find she liked it just fine.
Hushed voices drifted over from the far side of the yard and Lucinda froze. She whipped around. She ducked back onto the back porch, flattening herself up against one of the wooden supports. Peeking around, she made out the outline of three shadows heading towards the barn. If she wasn’t mistaken, Tristan’s was one of them. They were heading towards the smaller, older barn. It was just used for storage now. All the horses were kept in the larger, more modern barn beside it.
Lucinda ducked back into the kitchen, heart hammering. She’d been sent here to do a job and so far had made precious little progress. Other than finding out that Tristan was a smart ass, a player when it came to women and that he had a heart of gold where children were concerned, she’d found out absolutely nothing.
She waited anxiously for Tristan to come back into the house. She pulled out her phone and amused herself with a puzzle game. She watched the time. She told herself that it wasn’t normal to spend longer than half an hour out in the barn with people from the city. What could they possibly be doing or talking about in there?
Her curiosity finally got the better of her when half an hour came and went. They were taking way too long out there. Something had to be up. Maybe this was the break that she needed.
Lucinda set her phone on silent and placed it in the back pocket of her jeans. She crept out the back kitchen door, down the porch and silently raced across the yard. She flattened herself up against the side of the barn. It was old and the boards had cracks in them. Since the lights were on inside, she could see right through.
Her eyes widened and her heart stopped at what she saw. Something strange was going on alright and it unfortunately had nothing to do with anything she could use for a story.
She flattened herself up against the rough, splintery grey wood of the barn. Lucinda took a deep breath. She should leave. She knew she shouldn’t be watching but she couldn’t help herself.
The barn was one big room. The old stalls had been removed and various things were stored and covered with tarps or sheets. There were boxes and crates on the far side, bags of feed on the other. There was a small clearing in the middle that the clutter had not reached and that’s where Tristan, Joe and Franny were.
They were all in various stages of undress. Franny was pressed up between the two men, pleasuring Joe with her hand and being pleasured by Tristan’s. They were going to have sex. All of them.
An irrational tight feeling welled up in Lucinda’s chest when she turned back and peeked through the crack between two boards. Jealousy warred with something else. God, was she actually turned on?
She told herself it was just the sight of Tristan’s naked body. He looked like a living, breathing statue. The sight of his glorious, naked male body was enough to leave any woman pulsing with desire and wet with longing.
Clearly Tristan’s chiseled abs, heavily muscled shoulders and arms, lean waist and powerful legs were exciting enough for Franny. Or perhaps it was the incredible, thick twelve inches protruding between his legs that had her so excited.
Her tiny denim mini skirt was tucked up around her hips. She wasn’t wearing underwear or they’d been discarded. Her top half was bare, exposing her massive breasts.
Joe was in a similar state of undress. He’d kicked off his boots and discarded the rest of his clothing. He wore only his cowboy hat which must have been a real crowd pleaser for Franny. She stood between the two men. Her hand was on Joe’s cock. She was pumping him hard while Tristan’s fingers moved over her wet folds.
Lucinda blushed. She knew she shouldn’t be there. She should leave now and pretend like she’d never seen anything. Similar to a train wreck she couldn’t look away. She was frozen to the spot.
Inside the barn, things were getting heated up. Lucinda supposed that they were still in the foreplay stage since they hadn’t been out there that long. Perversely, she wanted to see how the show progressed and ended. She didn’t want Tristan to be there. He shouldn’t be there with Joe and Franny. It was wrong yet she only thought so because, if she was honest, she wasn’t the one he was fucking.
Lucinda knew she had absolutely no claim over Tristan. The man was arrogant and frustrating and chose to remind her that she was his employee pretty much every chance he got. She shouldn’t feel anything for him. She had no right to.
Her rational thoughts didn’t stop her heart from beating hard at the sight of him touching Franny. As he slid his fingers through those wet folds, Franny threw back her head and moaned. She bucked her hips into Tristan’s hand, moaning as he slipped a finger inside of her slit.
It was hard for Lucinda to stifle a groan as her own core began to throb. Wetness pooled there, soaking her jeans as she wasn’t wearing panties. She was stunned and mortified at her own reaction to watching Tristan and Franny. She couldn’t stop herself from staring through that crack. Every single movement Tristan made was echoed in her own body.
Tristan doubled up his fingers and ran them over Franny’s folds, coating them in her juices. Lucinda watched intently as he found Franny’s entrance and pushed the thickness of his fingers inside of her. She moaned and twisted her hips, grinding her pelvis against the heel of his hand as she moaned and whimpered.
She pumped Joe’s cock hard with her hand, working her fingers along the shaft and over the tip. His hips bucked into her hand, swiveling in a hard grind of their own.
Lucinda thought that was maybe as far as it was going to go. Just a hand job but then Joe made his intentions clear.
“Put your mouth there Franny. Suck my cock while Tristan fucks you.”
“Yes baby,” Franny purred.
She moved to her hands and knees, all the while still pumping Joe’s cock with her hand. She leaned forward and slid her mouth over him, licking his cock like a popsicle. She licked her lips and glanced up, enjoying the pleasure on Joe’s face.
Behind her, Tristan fit his own massive cock to Franny’s entrance and pushed home in one long thrust.
“Oooooh,” Franny moaned.
Lucinda didn’t like it at all that Tristan was fucking Franny but the more she watched, the more turned on she was. It didn’t make any sense. She wished she could leave but she was rooted to the spot.
Tristan thrust rapidly, pistoning with his entire length into Franny. He withdrew slightly, teasing her and she panted.
“Harder Tristan,” she moaned even while Joe’s cock was half in her mouth.
Tristan responded with eager thrusts. His pelvis slapped hard against Franny’s ass as he hammered into her, filling her to the hilt.
Joe popped his cock out of Franny’s mouth. It was glistening with her spit. “Let me have a turn?”
Tristan grinned. “With pleasure.” He slid his length out of Franny and waited while she turned around.
She repositioned herself. Still on her hands and knees she turned to face Tristan. She took his cock in her hand and guided it to her lips.
“Mmm,” she said seductively as she smiled. “I love the taste of myself on your dick.”
Lucinda blushed to hear such words and watched in fascination as Franny licked at Tristan’s cock. She ran her tongue down the length of him, exploring his shaft before teasing the mushroom shaped tip.
Joe stroked the generous swells of Franny’s ass with one hand. He took his cock in the other.
Lucinda’s eyes widened. She was sure he wasn’t going to put that in Franny’s swollen pussy. She was right. Joe aimed higher, clearly positioning himself at Franny’s asshole.
Franny tensed but then she wiggled her ass invitingly and Joe groaned. “Jesus Franny, hold still,” he growled.
Lucinda
could almost see his cock pulsing it was so hard.
Franny froze and waited while Joe pushed in an inch. She gasped and moaned as she pushed forward, wrapping her lips tightly around Tristan’s cock. She took almost all of him into her mouth, sliding his cock the back of her throat. Joe sheathed every single inch of his hard cock into Franny’s asshole. He went slowly at first but then his obvious need took over.
He gripped Franny’s hips, digging his fingers into her flesh as he pumped her full. Their bodies slapped together, the sound of wet flesh filling the barn with every thrust. The hard movements from the back pushed Franny forward onto Tristan’s cock. His dick slid in and out of her mouth, shiny and slick with his juices and her saliva.
She moaned and reached up, cupping Tristan’s balls. His own hips were jacking into Franny’s face, fucking her mouth.
She took every single inch of those hard cocks. She moaned and whimpered and ground her hips and suckled fiercely with her mouth.
Tristan and Joe’s own moans of pleasure filled the barn. It wasn’t a surprise at all when Tristan let out a roar. He threw back his head and his face reflected his rapture as he pounded into Franny’s mouth. She swallowed every drop he had to give her. Afterwards he slid out and her pink tongue darted out to lick her lips. She only paused for a minute and then she was back to whimpering and moaning.
“Ohhhh, god Joe, yes,” she moaned as Joe’s thrusts increased in intensity. Franny’s huge tits slapped against her chest at the force of Joe’s frenzied motions.
“Come for me Franny,” Joe rasped hoarsely. “I want to hear you scream.”
Another few seconds passed and Franny obeyed. She went wild, squirming and writhing against Joe as her head tipped back and she screamed her pleasure to the barn rafters.
Joe followed a second later. He growled low in his throat, hammering home one last time before his climax rocked him.
Lucinda glanced away, not completely sure that they were done in the barn but she knew she had to move before anyone came out and saw her. She peered back for one more look and sure enough, Tristan was already reaching for his jeans.
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