by Joanna Blake
Good morning, Kate.
I’ll be tending to business off the ranch today. Your things are in the adjoining room connected to your bedroom.
The containers with your kitchen dry goods and utensils are in the pantry. I made room in the fridge last night and put away anything that can spoil.
You might as well keep using that second bedroom with the boxes. But feel free to use any room you like.
Holler at my phone if you need anything: 254-555-1234.
Have yourself a good day.
James
That was so kind of him I could almost let it slide that he’d tried to kiss me last night. My back was sure grateful that he’d spared me the twenty or so extra trips up and down these stairs today. His suggestion to keep both rooms for my things wasn’t a bad idea, either.
After a quick shower, I made myself a hot breakfast, got Peyton set up in a corner of my room, and spent the day unpacking and organizing.
James didn’t come home all day. I figured his work on the ranch kept him extra busy today, so in the evening, I returned the favor and made enough dinner for both of us. I was beat after I ate, so I left him a short note on the kitchen table.
Good evening, James.
Thanks for your help with my boxes.
I made dinner. Saved you some. I tried to keep it warm but got real tired around eight and decided to turn in. It’s in the fridge. Should be pretty easy to reheat.
Have yourself a good night.
Kate
Country air and a full day of unpacking had me so tuckered out that when I got upstairs, I barely remembered my head hitting the pillow. But I did remember who was on my mind as I dozed off.
James.
Maybe he wasn’t such a bad guy after all. Uncle Hank had put him into his will. Maybe it was for a good reason.
7
James
The warm water washed over my tired muscles. One by one I felt every part of me relax. Well, make that all except one.
My cock was on high alert, brushing my stomach where it stood at attention.
Down boy.
It was damn near impossible to get him to settle with her just feet away.
Beautiful Kate. Prissy Kate. Sweet Kate. Starving Kate.
I groaned, just remembering the way she’d wolfed down my food last night. Every bite, every sigh, had given me plenty of fodder for this. It was still on my mind as I ate the dinner she’d left for me. I didn’t know she had it in her, cooking me a decent meal like that. I guessed I’d pegged her wrong.
Thinking about her now, with the hot water streaming down my chest, I wanted to get myself off, but it didn’t seem right to do it here.
I’d wait until I was in my bedroom, with the door locked.
There was no way in hell I was going to let her catch me doing it. Not even if she was the reason why.
I turned the hot water off and gave in to the temptation to give myself a last, cold blast. I yelped and stared down at my shaft. Still hard. Still arrow straight.
Damn, that girl had some kind of voodoo in those sexy curves of hers.
And now I was stuck here with her nearby but out of reach. For now anyway.
I’d just have to find a way to deal with the frustration.
That or get her going anyway I could.
I smiled in the mirror, flashing my pearly whites as I quickly brushed them and combed my hair.
I grabbed a towel and stepped into the hallway. Just in time to see a streak of fur hurl past me toward the stairs. I fell backwards, landing on my ass with the towel a good five feet away.
Before I could move, or even figure out what the hell had just happened she appeared.
Perfect.
I’m on my ass, buck naked with the object of my affection staring at me with her lips open.
“What the hell?”
“There’s an animal in here. But don’t you worry none. I’ll see to it.”
“What? Oh my God, my cat! Peyton! Where are you, Pey?”
I stared at her.
“You brought a cat?”
“Yes, of course. Peyton’s family.”
I sneezed, not noticing where her eyes were traveling just yet.
“I’m allergic.”
She just stood there, looking dazed.
Huh. She wasn’t staring at me. She was staring at my cock.
She made a soft sound. Almost like… a moan.
I stood up slowly and walked closer.
Yep, those eyes didn’t budge.
Little Miss Kate was cock drunk. My smile widened as I reached down to pick up the towel, which was nearly at her feet. I stood up even slower, getting a good, close look at her bare legs, peeking out from the oversized t-shirt she wore.
And lookiloo, the lady was not wearing a bra. Those gorgeous jugs of hers were sporting hard little nipples. Hmmm, I wasn’t the only one who was turned on right now.
This really was my lucky night.
I pulled the towel taut behind me and slowly folded it over my cock. I took my time too, letting her get a real good look. That woke her up. She stared at my face, looking like she was starving for more than mac and cheese.
“I need to… look—“
“Look? Well, I can take this off again if you want.”
I fingered the edge of my towel and her eyes glazed right over again. Yep, I had her right where I wanted her. Mesmerized with my big ole D.
“Huh? Um, I meant look… for my cat. I’ll just be going…”
Except she didn’t go. She just stared up at me, looking so soft and horny it made my cock grow an extra inch at least.
She licked her lips and I smiled.
“Just get some sleep.”
“Oh… kay…”
I traced my finger down the side of her cheek.
“You have a real nice night now.”
But Kate did a number on me just then. Her hands lifted up and rested on my chest. Her eyes met mine, and I could’ve sworn that her lips were inching closer.
8
Kate
I left my bedroom to find Peyton, but walked into a scene on the landing that altered the course of the rest of my life. I didn’t know it then, but I came to realize it some months later.
Peyton was scampering downstairs, and James. Well. Wow. James was buck naked, reaching for the towel that was supposed to have covered his man parts.
Oh my God, his cock was so huge.
Sure, I was still a virgin, but I’d seen a few of them before with guys hoping to make it to third base with me when we’d dated. The attraction I’d felt for them was more or less nonexistent. Kissing them, having their hands on me, it did nothing for me. Not enough for me to want to get past third base and hit it home. Thinking back now, I guess I didn’t feel a spark or any chemistry with them.
I’d felt more than just a spark for James. Hell, what I’d felt was more like a power surge. And that was before I’d seen the beast between his legs. I’d never laid eyes on a dick as big as this cowboy’s package, that was for damn sure. I couldn’t imagine where it’d all go.
But.
My body was sure interested in finding out. Just looking at the head of that snake made me slack jawed and curious to know what it felt like. In my mouth, against my skin, deep inside me where no man had ventured before. All that wondering caused my nipples to harden. A spot between my legs throbbed. The landing was cool, but the fire in my belly made me warm all over. I couldn’t stop the moan that escaped my throat, or the fact that my mouth was now watering.
The little voice in my head telling me to turn tail and go back to my room became so, so quiet. It was replaced by a much bigger, more powerful instinct. And that urge didn’t have to talk. No, it didn’t use words. It controlled every pore on my skin, every nerve inside me, and compelled my limbs to get closer, closer, closer.
When James traced a finger down my cheek, I knew.
My body wanted more.
All of him.
At least it
did, physically.
It didn’t matter that we were facing what could’ve been six months of pure hell living under one roof. Or that we knew nothing about each other, except for the fact that my uncle saw fit to throw us together in his will. Or that I was probably going to regret this in the morning.
My body was being so insistent that it wanted him, needed him, had to have this cowboy, so dammit, I’d let James be my first.
There was no turning back when I placed my hands on his bare chest. My tingling fingertips told me so. Small beads of water from his time in the shower still lingered on his shoulders. As I looked up into his eyes, I wanted to find out what it’d feel like with my lips against his, his skin on mine, our limbs entwined and our bodies tumbling around under tangled sheets.
His hand slid up my cheek and his fingers threaded through my hair. He pulled me in for a soft yet urgent kiss that magnified everything I’d already been feeling. That power surge amped up to become a wicked bolt of lightning that consumed me, sealed this moment and fused our fates together.
His lips pulled from mine. He lifted me into his arms. He said nothing with words but his eyes shared volumes. I just knew that as he carried me to his room and lowered me onto the cool sheets on his bed, he’d take care of everything. He’d take care of me.
9
James
The girl in my arms was so soft and sweet and sexy, I felt like I might explode. I’d never wanted anybody this bad. Not even close.
Not in the same hemisphere.
I followed her down to the bed, not wanting to break contact for a second. I was too afraid she’d come to her senses and realize she hated me.
But I didn’t hate her. My feelings were the direct opposite. I pushed the thought aside. I didn’t want to think about that. I wasn’t a fucking woman who need to talk about my feelings. I was a man and I wanted to fuck. I wanted to hear the sounds she would make when I made her come.
And I would make her come. More than once. She’d be squealing all night if I had my way.
I trailed my fingertips down her cheek and neck to her collarbone. I kissed the silky skin there and we both moaned. The sexy sound she made was like waving a red flag in front of a bull.
Raw hunger and need tore through me, lust replacing the moment of tenderness. Now I was an animal, tearing at her nightgown. I heard the fabric rip, and it was like throwing gas on a fire.
I went wild, licking and sucking and touching her skin. I groaned as her breasts spilled out of the ruined nightgown. I grabbed one, and my lips latched onto the other, swirling my tongue over the hard pointy nipple.
Dear lord, the woman was driving me insane!
“Katie…”
“Hmmm…”
I looked up from working her breasts.
“I need to be inside you.”
“Hmmm… yes, please.”
I grinned and dipped my head lower, licking my way down her silky skin to my prize. I tore the bottom of her nightie, or what was left of it, exposing every inch of her.
Oh God, she was perfect.
“Fucking perfect…”
I lapped at her apex, not bothering to start slow. I wanted to taste her and I did, licking her outer lips and then working my way up to her clit.
Without any warning, I sucked the hard little nub into my mouth. I drummed my tongue against it rapidly as her body arched off the bed.
Her fingers lashed through my hair, holding my head.
Wait for it… wait for it… wait. For. It.
She screamed.
That was it. I worked her sweet little pussy mercilessly, making sure to make her orgasm last as long as possible. I grinned and slid my tongue inside her in order to feel her convulsions up close. It had been a while since I’d been with a woman, but I hadn’t lost my touch. And right now, I needed to get inside her.
I was already naked, so I just lifted myself above her and guided my cock to her slippery folds. Hmmm… just touching her like this felt amazing. I pushed forward with my hips and groaned as her outer lips engulfed me. But she was so tight.
I opened my eyes, staring down at her. I slid my bare cock in a bit further, and we both gasped at the incredible feeling. And then something unexpected happened.
Something was in my way.
It took a moment for my brain to realize what was happening. I held perfectly still, almost afraid to breathe.
This beautiful girl beneath me was… a virgin?
“Katie… Katie girl, look at me.”
Her eyes were clenched tight, waiting for pain.
“Is this… your first time?”
She gave me a slight nod without opening her eyes.
“Hey, I can stop,” I told her. “It won’t be easy but I can stop. I think I should.”
Her eyes snapped open.
“No. I want you to do it.”
“You’re sure?”
She nodded, her bottom lip trembling. And then her pussy squeezed me. That was it. Game over.
I couldn’t have stopped if I tried. I plunged through her maidenhead and held perfectly still, overwhelmed by the feeling of her tight pussy gripping my cock.
“Are you… Christ! Are you okay?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No. Please don’t stop.”
With a groan, the floodgates opened. I knew I wouldn’t last long. Nothing compared to this. She just felt that good. Her body welcomed me in, squeezing me in a vice-like grip.
I started to move.
Instincts took over. I was a caveman, rutting with a cavegirl by the fire. My cock led me where it wanted to go. Deeper and deeper inside her.
I tried to be gentle, but it was no use. Her fingernails digging into my shoulders drove me on. Her sweet, slippery pussy pulled me hard, tugging at my cock until I was sure I would burst.
“Christ, I’m going to come.”
She whimpered beneath me, and I knew she was close. I bit her shoulder driving my hips faster, rubbing her clit with my body. She let out a squeal as she started to convulse, her body arching against mine.
Her breasts were pushed deliciously into my chest when it happened.
This time, I was the one who let out a shout.
I felt my balls pulse and expand. And then hot lightning shot up my shaft and out into her. I cursed and rode her harder as jet after jet of come erupted from my cockhead.
I moaned incoherently as she kept coming, milking me for every last drop.
“Jesus, Katie.”
I caught myself on my forearms as the aftershocks tore through her. It was almost painful to feel her body working my oversensitive cock.
Painful, but in such a good way.
I kissed her softly and rolled us both to our sides so we faced each other. Her eyes were soft and dreamy as I brushed her silky hair away from her face.
“Why didn’t you tell me, sweetheart?”
She caught her bottom lip between her perfect white teeth.
“You can tell me. I won’t bite.”
I chuckled and brushed the love bite on her shoulder where I had, in fact, just bitten her.
“None of this was expected. You were not expected.”
“I think I know what you mean.”
I kissed her pillow lips and sank back into bed. I didn’t realize it, but I fell asleep with her cradled in my arms. When I woke up, she was gone.
10
Kate
I woke up with James's arms wrapped around my shoulders, my chest pressed to his side. I took a deep inhale. The scent of our sex still hung in the air, reminding me of what I'd just done. Smiling, I ran my hand down the muscles of his abs to the sinew of his thighs. His hard, bulging muscles were such a contrast to my softness. Tilting my head down, I took in the sight of him under the thin bands of moonlight streaming in between the curtains. James didn't stir when I let my fingers stray to his cock. This thick, veined mass of hard, corded masculinity had been inside me. Rooted in me. This bod
y part was the source of a pleasure I'd never known before.
Intense.
All consuming.
Addictive.
I loved it.
I should've been worried about how reckless we both were, not using protection. I had no idea why I wasn't in a panic. Maybe I'd regret it in the morning. Right now, I could only think of one thing.
I was truly a woman now.
Looking up at his sleeping face, I slid out from his hold and padded back to my room. I grabbed my bathrobe from the hook inside the rustic oak wardrobe in the corner. Slipping it on, I tied the sash tightly around my waist and tiptoed down the hall to the bathroom.
I turned on the shower and while the water heated up, I took a look at myself in the mirror. Everything I’d heard about the morning after giving up the V-card was true. I was sore, but still aroused. My body felt...different. Grown. Turning my head from one side to the other, I wondered if I looked different too.
Oh my gosh, I’d really just had sex? With James?
And it was so good! My body had never felt such a range of intense sensations. From loose and relaxed, to taut and on edge, to that feeling like I’d left the world behind and entered one where all that existed was pure, unfettered bliss. My mind was clear. I could still smell the mix of our scents on me. The smell of having had a damn good fuck. My clit throbbed at the thought. It was ready for more.
But that was a bad idea. Logically, a couple of days to process felt in order. To heal whatever I’d just let James breach past inside of me. Right? Suddenly, I thought of Riley-Ann. It was the middle of the night but she’d know for sure. And I wanted to talk about it a little, if only to tell her, just like she’d told me about her first time. Mind you, for her it was after giving it up to some football jock behind the high school bleachers late one night. Sure, it had been almost a decade ago, but I was positive she’d think my milestone was a bigger deal given that I’d held onto my V-card this long.
