As stealthily as she could, Lucinda stole away into the night, back to the kitchen and then to her room.
She shut the door and leaned heavily against it. When she could finally calm her racing heart, she undressed and got into bed.
Sleep eluded her. She was unable to banish what she’d seen from her mind. Worst of all, she knew that she would jump at the chance to have Tristan bury his thick cock deep inside of her. Her pussy ached and pulsed with need. She thought about touching herself but knew her hand wouldn’t even begin to banish the ache. No, only Tristan could do that and she sure as hell wasn’t going that route.
Despite her resolve, thoughts of Tristan’s glorious naked body flooded her mind and when she dreamed, it was of him.
Chapter 6
The next morning Tristan slept late. Normally he was up before six but after his escapades the night before, he was in bed until after eight.
When he realized what time it was, he jumped up and threw his clothes on from the day before. He’d only spent half a day working when Joe and Franny showed up so he figured they were good enough.
He rushed down the hall and into the dining room. After waiting nearly ten minutes and not having his breakfast placed in front of him, he got up and went into the kitchen.
Tina was there scrubbing the floor. Was she always working when she wasn’t cooking?
“Hey,” Tristan said as he entered. He was careful not to step on the already clean patches. “I know I’m really late but is there any chance I could get breakfast?”
Glancing up, her hand still methodically working the scrub brush, Tina nodded even though her eyes spat fire. She slowly got to her feet and undid her apron, throwing it down on the counter.
“Sure. I’ll just whip you something right up here. No inconvenience at all.”
Normally Tristan would have snapped something back about how he was her employer and she was paid to cook for him and that’s what she should do if she wanted to keep her job, inconvenience or not. Instead he wisely nodded and left the kitchen.
Ten minutes later a plate of French toast, scrambled eggs and vegan bacon was set in front of him. Everything was cooked to perfection. Had he just imagined Tina’s anger back there in the kitchen? She certainly hadn’t sounded rude. Maybe he was imagining things.
He ate the delicious breakfast and headed outside. His hands were already hard at work with Storm. They shouted eagerly for him to join them. He was amazed that Paul, one of the smaller, slighter men who would have made a good racing jockey, was sitting perched easily on the saddle.
The men let out a cheer but it was premature. As soon as Paul tried to guide storm with some simple commands he was sent flying into the dirt.
Storm stood by placidly, clearly pleased with himself. Tristan rolled his eyes. In that moment, the damn horse reminded him of a certain headstrong, green eyed cook.
***
Worn out, muddy, famished, filthy… none of those words even went far enough to describe the exhaustion Tristan felt. They had made some real progress with Storm. He was finally letting Tristan sit the saddle and even do a few basic commands. He thought he was never going to see the day and he didn’t want to give up while the going was good.
As a result he skipped lunch and was late for dinner. He sat down at the table, hardly able to keep his eyes open.
Until Tina swept in and banged his plate down in front of him. She crossed her arms, daring him to say anything. Tristan was puzzled. What the hell had he done this time? He was reminded again why he never dated.
“Thanks,” he mumbled, too tired to even care why his cook was angry with him. He got his fill of flashing green eyes before Tina turned and stalked out of the dining room.
Tristan ate everything on his plate. He was going to just leave it there but thought better of it. Despite the fact that all he wanted was a good, long hot shower, he headed to the kitchen. Something wasn’t right and he sure as hell wasn’t going to go to bed and have a repeat of this in the morning.
He stormed into the kitchen and noticed that Tina was just sitting there in one of the wooden chairs. Her legs were crossed and her arms were wrapped defensively around herself, as though she’d been anticipating a confrontation.
“Look,” Tristan said carefully. He set his dirty plate in the sink. “I don’t know why you’re in a grouchy mood today but I expect it to be improved tomorrow. Please. For all our sakes.”
“Maybe you should get to meals on time then.”
Sighing, Tristan ran a hand through his short, dark hair. “I’ll make more of an effort.”
“Oh I know you will,” Tina said. Her chin rose an inch as though in challenge. “I know you will since you’ll sleep well tonight and be your normal annoying self again.”
“Sleep well?”
“Yes. I doubt you did last night.” She raised a brow and her eyes flashed a challenge.
Hell, he wasn’t imagining anything. Somehow Tina knew what he’d done last night. If he wasn’t mistaken, that emotion twisting her beautiful features was something close to jealousy.
Tristan’s heart hammered hard and blood rushed through his veins. “As a matter of fact, I didn’t. Are you jealous?”
Tina jumped out of the chair, mouth hanging open. “What? Jealous! How dare you! You have a pretty inflated sense of yourself.”
“I don’t think so.” Tristan took a step closer to her but she shied away like a frightened rabbit. “I think you are jealous. Did you like what you saw last night?”
“Of course not!” Tina blushed, realizing he had trapped her into admitting that she’d spied on him.
“Why not? I imagine it would have been quite a show.” Tristan’s entire body heated when he thought about what he’d done with Joe and Franny. It wasn’t the first time they’d had a threesome either. He imagined doing those things with Tina and his cock jumped to life. All of a sudden he didn’t feel tired at all.
“You- you-” Tina spluttered angrily trying to find the right word to describe just how despicable she thought of Tristan.
“What? What is it you want to say?” He took another step closer and Tina backed up again. She had nowhere else to go when her back hit the hard planes of the wall. “I’m despicable? Disgusting? Or just too sexually free for your taste?”
“I have no tastes.”
“Don’t you? What a pity. We could remedy that you know.”
Tina’s mouth fell open but this time no indignant words followed. Her eyes expressed everything her mouth could not. She wanted him. It was so plain on her face. The raw desire in those emerald depths was on full display when she raised her eyes to look at him.
Tristan saw his opportunity and moved in to take it. Tina was backed as far as she could go into a corner. He closed the distance between them until his body was pressed up hotly against hers. She gasped and arched away but there was nowhere for her to go. The soft, alluring curves of her hips and breasts pressed solidly into his pelvis and chest.
“You’re the last person on earth I would ever want to sleep with,” Tina spat.
Tristan grinned. “Who said anything about sleeping?”
Tina blinked. The resistance on her face melted away despite her bluster. She had lost and she knew it. There would be no further protests or excuses.
Tristan bent his head and gently touched her lips with his. She let out a breathy sigh as her mouth opened. He groaned when he explored the sensual curves of her lips. He stroked her top lip then ran his tongue along the bottom. They were so soft and warm. How could a woman who was such a spitfire, who seemingly enjoyed hurling bitter words and challenging him at every turn, have such an inviting mouth?
Tina whimpered and arched into him. She ground her jean clad pelvis into his. The bulge of his cock was completely obvious. He knew she could feel it when she glanced up at him, almost surprised by what she’d done.
Tristan’s hand went to the outline of her jaw and he tilted her
face up and kissed her again. Her warm, sensuous mouth had the sweetest taste. She moaned and he swallowed the sound. Her hands were working frantically between them. She broke the kiss. She pulled away, breathing heavily as she managed to shed her apron and then she pulled her t-shirt over her head. She stood there, half naked, a delicate, white lacy bra tempting him to find out what was underneath.
Tristan’s hands had a mind of their own. They cupped those delicious breasts through the bra. He was already kneading one as he turned Tina to undo the catch. The bra fell away and when he faced her again, Tristan’s mouth went as dry as the dessert. She had the most perfect, pert breasts. Two round globes with pink tinged nipples.
He backed Tina up against the wall again. She spread her legs and he stepped in close. He bent his head and took one of those delicious nipples into his mouth. He suckled the little peak, amazed at the heady taste of her flesh. She moaned and arched closer, pushing her nipple into his mouth. Her thighs clenched around his leg as she ground her pelvis on him.
Tristan was amazed. What she was doing took him back to high school. She was trying to banish the ache, her own violent need, by rubbing herself against him.
Damn, it was hot as hell.
Tina wrapped her arms around his neck and guided Tristan’s face to her other breast.
“Yes,” she whimpered. “Oh god, yes!”
She kept up that delicious grind, all spitfire and wildcat in under his touch. It thrilled Tristan. He decided to give her a little more of what she wanted and turned, angling himself so that she was rubbing against his hard cock. Even the little movements of her jeans against his created a throbbing friction.
“Fuck,” he ground out. “I can’t remember ever being this hard.”
Tina stared up at him, wide eyed and Tristan realized he’d voiced that thought out loud.
Her hair was done up in some messy bun. When Tristan buried his hand in the sandy colored softness, pins went flying and her hair tumbled down around her shoulders.
“Much better,” he purred.
Tina kept grinding against him. Every single movement sent white hot sensation ripping through his body. His cock pounded and ached to be buried inside her hot pussy. He moved his hips, grinding harder against Tina. She moaned and responded. Tristan couldn’t keep from reaching out and placing his hand on her flat stomach. He traveled over the gentle, warm swells of her hips and down, over her jeans until he came to the juncture of her thighs. His stomach cramped painfully.
Holy hell, her jeans were actually warm and wet.
“Fuck Tina,” Tristan ground out. “I need you.”
“I was going to say the same thing,” Tina panted.
It took about thirty seconds for Tristan to strip off his clothes. He almost ripped his shirt in half trying to get it off. His jeans were next. He threw everything aside, not caring where it landed.
Tina hesitated. She was either shy or she was a minx and wanted to make him watch. Either way the result was the same. Watching her hands undo her own jeans and slide them town her hips was torture. She stepped from them and faced Tristan shyly.
She wasn’t wearing panties. Holy shit, she wasn’t wearing panties. The thought pounded over and over in Tristan’s brain. Her pussy was beautiful. She was smooth and gorgeously shaped. His mouth ached to taste her but he wasn’t sure if he could show so much restraint. He didn’t want her to come like that. Not in his mouth for the first time. No, he wanted his cock buried deep inside of her. He wanted to feel her pulsing around him, milking his cock.
“Tristan,” Tina whispered. He realized she was waiting for him to take the lead.
Take it he did. His hands slid around her waist, pulling her to him. His hands cupped the beautiful swells of her ass. He kneaded the smooth, gorgeous flesh as he bent his head and kissed her again in a searing hot motion that made him see lights.
With a growl, Tristan picked Tina up. She wrapped her legs around his waist and he carried her over to the stainless steel counter.
It ran through his head that anyone could walk in on them but he doubted it would happen. The men were bunked down outside. His housekeepers rarely came out of the rooms at night.
He set Tina down on the cold counter. He was positioned exactly where he wanted to be, right between her legs. Her shapely legs were still wrapped around his waist. She was about to say something but he cut her off by claiming her mouth once again.
Her hands wrapped around his neck, her fingers gripped his short hair, pulling his mouth to hers so he could lick and taste her. He ran his tongue over hers, teasing her in long, luxurious strokes. He felt every single movement in his cock. He was pulsing so hard he doubted he would even last a second once he buried himself in that gorgeous pussy.
Tristan broke the kiss and slowly licked and kissed his way lower, over the gentle curve of her jawline. He moved down along the graceful arch of her neck until his face was just below her earlobe. He smelled the faint floral notes of her perfume, likely applied earlier that morning. He tasted her skin, the very essence of her. She was sweet, the sweetest thing he had ever tasted.
His cock pounded on her thigh and he figured that if he didn’t do something now, he might not even make it inside of her. He imagined that would count as negative seconds. He’d always viewed the three second performance with scorn but hell, if he made it that long it would feel like hours for him.
Tristan grabbed his cock and stroked the rigid length a couple times. He ran his hand back and forth, smearing the drops of precum over the entire length.
He brought his cockhead to her pussy, opening her thighs further so he could reach her. She helped him by moving forward on the cold table. Her little mewls of pleasure encouraged him. Her legs wrapped around his waist urged him forward with gentle pressure.
Tristan watched as he parted her folds. They were damp and creamy with her own arousal. Seeing the pearly wetness nearly made him finish right there. He groaned as he parted her and fit his cockhead to her entrance.
She tensed but then her heels dug into his ass and she pulled him forward. He was only too happy to oblige. He thrust inside of her in one single, hot motion.
And felt something tear inside. What the hell?
Tina gasped and went completely still. His eyes flew to her face in shock.
“Are you…” he couldn’t even believe he was about to ask her this “Are you a virgin?”
Chapter 7
“Yes,” Lucinda whispered. “Does it matter?”
Tristan tensed. His mouth opened in disbelief before he caught himself and closed it. “Of course it matters! Jesus, I just thrust into you like a wild animal. I’m not exactly a small man. I would have been gentler had I known.”
“Maybe I didn’t want you to be gentle. Anyway, are we going to do this or not? The pain is gone. I just want you.”
Tristan ran a hand over his jaw before he scrubbed it over his face. He seemed to be debating with himself before he let out a shuddery sigh. She could see resolution in his eyes. He’d made his decision.
“God, Tina, do you have any idea how sexy you are right now?” His eyes swept over her body in a way that made her feel beautiful and rose her temperature several degrees at the same time.
She laughed. “I could say the same thing about you.” She let her own gaze linger over Tristan. He was glorious. She’d never seen a man built like him before. He was heavily muscled from working out. Powerful shoulders, chiseled arms, defined pecs, washboard abs. A smattering of dark hair swirled over his chest and trailed lower, to a thicker thatch below his waist that surrounded his cock.
She blushed when she recalled how thick and long that cock was. The thought sent a series of hard shocks racing through her body. Her pussy pulsed around his massive erection which was still buried deep inside of her.
“Tina…”
Lucinda tightened her legs around him and dug her heels harder into his ass. She pulled him in against her, urging him
forward. She wished he would start moving inside of her and banish the ache that had been there ever since she first saw him. She also wished he would stop calling her Tina.
She moaned low in her throat and the sound was so urgent Tristan shook his head and finally moved. He was gentle, not at all what she wanted.
Even though she was the one sitting down, Lucinda arched against him. She rocked her pelvis in time to his gentle thrusts, trying to get him to set a harder, faster pace.
Tristan lowered his head and took her nipple in his mouth again as his thrusts started to increase in intensity. He suckled the nipple gently, sending a thousand sensations ripping through Lucinda. When he pulled away he blew gently on the nipple until it stood up impossibly tall.
Lucinda whimpered again. She rocked against him, grinding her hips into his. She was rewarded when Tristan’s body reacted and his thrusts came harder and faster. He thrust deeper, touching places Lucinda hadn’t even known existed. He swiveled his hips, filling her full and stretching her with a soreness that was delicious.
She took every single inch of his thick cock, even when Tristan threw back his head and abandoned al control. His hands gripped her hips as he pumped harder and harder. He withdrew and slammed back home, withdrew and buried himself to the hilt in her tight pussy.
The heat was building up inside Lucinda. The very heat that had tempted and teased her from the moment she arrived at the ranch. Tristan flexed his hips, thrusting home again and she stretched for him, taking all of him.
Her breathing was erratic and her hips rocked of their own accord. She reached up and dug her fingers into Tristan’s shoulders, pulling him into her. Her nipples ground against the hard planes of his chest. Her hips circled in a frantic grind. Her clit rubbed up against his hard pelvis as he hammered into her.
All of it, every single touch and shiver and sensation was so new and unexplored and thrilling. The friction of Tristan’s thrusts turned into a roaring heat. All Lucinda could do was hang on and ride the waves of sensation as they gripped her and tumbled over her.
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