by Rye Hart
“Okay. And what was it that you saw, fair maiden?”
“I saw a lot. I saw everything you did to that bag, and then I saw you touching yourself.”
“Ha! You little pervert. You enjoyed the show, then?”
“Oh, very much. And not only that, I masturbated the whole time I watched you. I couldn’t believe it was happening. That was the hardest orgasm I had ever had, until…you know...”
He raises himself up on one elbow and opens his eyes. “No, I’m not sure what you’re referring to.”
“Well,” I say, mimicking his posture and lowering my voice. “It just so happens that shortly after that, I ran into a big dicked freak in the basement who cured me of all my innocent ways.”
“He sounds amazing.”
“Oh, he is. And he was. That was a good lesson for me to learn that night.”
“And now you know it all?” he says, putting his hand on my thigh and sliding it upwards. I’m getting wet instantly.
“No, I don’t think so. I mean, I’m more confident and uninhibited than I’ve ever been, but…”
“But what?” he says, spreading my legs with his fingers and starting to stroke me.
I arch my back, wanting to purr.
“But I think I have a lot more to learn. He’s a patient teacher, though. I look forward to our next lesson.”
“Maybe we can go through that next lesson now.”
CHAPTER THIRTY : HUGH MADDOX
Feeling Sam’s wetness on my fingertips made me harden against my jeans so much that I felt like they were going to burst at the seam. I rolled onto my back and pulled her down to lie on top of me. She put her hands on my cheeks and swirled the tip of her tongue around mine. I wrapped my arms around her and moved my hands down to clutch her ass. She bolted up, straddling me as I pulled her closer. She had a look on her face that suggested she felt playful, but I knew she was far too eager to tease.
She sat up and pulled her dress overhead. She undid her bra and let it slide down her arms. Her breasts, large and milky white, were begging for my touch. I cupped them in the palms of my hands and squeezed her nipples between my thumbs and fingers. She moaned at the wonderful pain and pleasure of it.
My cock was rigid beneath her. She started sliding herself along the length of it as I rubbed her breasts. The heat was intense. I felt like I might explode any minute and I wasn’t even undressed yet.
“Let’s get you out of these clothes,” she said, tugging giddily at my shirt.
She got up long enough to shimmy out of her panties while I quickly pulled off my clothes. When I lay back, my cock stood straight up like the mast of ship, ready for her to impale her beauty on it.
She licked her lips as I wrapped my hand around it and stroked it to its full length.
“Do you want me give you another show like that night outside my cabin?”
“Yes. Please.”
I continued stroking, my hand is moving up and down in a rhythmic motion. I get a look of Sam’s face, full of lust, as if the sight of me pleasing myself in front of her has put her in a deep trance. It was enough to push me over the edge, but I needed to be patient.
“Now, I want you on top of me.”
CHAPTER THIRTY ONE: SAM WASHINGTON
Hugh took my hips and guided me over his cock. I did just as he instructed. I straddled him, bending my knees and lowering myself until I felt the head of his amazing cock touch my aching center.
I couldn’t help but smile as I held his free hand and lowered myself onto him slowly. I felt myself grow warm and wet, welcoming him deep inside of me.
It felt amazing.
He never disappoints me.
He grabs my hips and starts guiding me in a rocking rhythm.
I let my head hang and slide my hips back and forth. Hugh moves in and out as he brushes my clit with every stroke.
“Yes! Yes! Hugh… I’m going to come…” I heard myself say the words aloud. I loved the way they sounded coming in gusts of breath from my lips.
Suddenly he starts to come with me, pushing me over the edge to my own climax. I see stars from the rush of ecstasy that falls over me.
We stayed in bed all evening, whispering sweet nothings to one another and planning our life together. It was in that moment I realized just how grateful I was for all of my past heartaches and pains. Without them, I wouldn’t be able to truly appreciate the gifts Hugh brought into my life.
Passion.
Desire.
Love.
Love in the truest form, unlike anything this history nerd could ever have read about. Not even in one hundred lifetimes.
In most fairytales, all the worst things happen when they enter the woods. But not this one. My lumberjack saved me from all of that and more.
And I intend to spend the rest of my life thanking him for it.
THE END
Roped in By the Cowboy
Chapter One: Sydney
The sun is beating down on me as I drive through the flat lands of Middle America. My olive skin is drinking in the rays, thirsty for the warmth. A few strands of my auburn hair have escaped from my ponytail and are whipping about my face as I push the gas pedal to the floor.
I haven’t seen another soul in almost twenty minutes on this God-forsaken road, so I figure what the hell? I revel in the feel of the wind on my face, grateful that my oversized sunglasses are keeping the swirling dust out of my eyes. As long as I remember to keep my mouth closed, I can avoid the extra protein boost of a renegade bug, which means no singing along to the radio.
After what seems like forever, the outskirts of a small town come into view and I ease up on the accelerator. After a particularly rough year, my shrink had suggested I take a break from the rat race and “re-center my spirit,” whatever the fuck that means. All I know, is that I need a reprieve, and I need it bad. I sigh as the long journey is finally coming to an end. To be completely honest, I’m looking forward to some time away from my fast-paced city routine after the epic shit show my life has been over the past year.
I enter the small town and immediately start catching glances. Apparently candy apple red convertibles aren’t the norm around here. I sit at what must be the town’s only stoplight and smile to myself as I feel the eyes of nearly everyone on the street on me. I sit up taller and arch my back slightly, pushing my big tits out to strain against the thin material of my white tank top. I giggle as an old woman swings her purse at her husband who is openly staring now.
As the light turns green, I hit the gas and peel away from the intersection in search of the address Dr. Ferrell printed out for me. I leave the main street and all of its curious stares in my rearview mirror, waving as I go. Look out Sheepshead, Montana, Sydney Baines has arrived.
Barely ten minutes later, I’ve driven through the entirety of the tiny town and find myself on an open road with cattle pastures on either side of me. I slow down and slip my sunglasses down my nose to better read the addresses carved on the fence posts. I find the one I’m looking for and turn up the drive, my green eyes growing large as the house comes into view. I was definitely not expecting what is sitting in front of me.
The long, dusty driveway ends abruptly at a huge lodge of timber and glass. A large wraparound porch sports two rocking chairs that look out over the pasture land to either side of the home. The two-story structure boasts enormous windows along the front, centered by a massive oak door complete with large brass ring knockers. The only thing, besides the smell of cow shit, that points to the fact that I’m on a working ranch, is the beat up pickup truck parked in front.
I take a deep breath and climb out of my car, stretching my long legs from the drive. Propping my sunglasses up on the top of my head, I stride toward the front porch and the door opens before I am even up the steps.
“Holy shit,” I say out loud before I can catch myself.
“I’m sorry?” comes the reply of the Adonis that stands in the doorway.
I feel a blush creep up my ne
ck and clear my throat. “Uh, hi,” I try again. “I’m Sydney Baines,” I say, sticking out my hand. Never in my twenty-seven years on this earth, have I seen a man this gorgeous.
He takes a step out on the porch and I realize that he’s even taller than I had originally thought. I’m on the tall side for a woman, standing nearly five foot ten and this guy towers over me. He must be well over six-five. His shoulders are broad, his hips are narrow, and his tousled black hair falls over his forehead. My palms are immediately sweaty and I try to pull my hand back but he reaches out and grabs it in his before I can. I nearly sigh as his large, calloused hand completely envelops mine.
His dark brown eyes take me in from head to toe and a smirk spreads across his tanned face. “Cole. Cole Parker,” he says, amusement clear in his eyes.
I know this look, and the immediate attraction I’d felt is quickly replaced by annoyance. This asshole thinks he’s better than me. I nearly yank my hand from his and stuff it in the pocket of my short red shorts. I notice that his eyes travel immediately to my chest and I take a step back, the heel of my wedge shoe catching on the top of the step. I feel myself start to fall, but before I can, Cole’s massive arms are around my waist. He hauls me up against his rock-hard chest and steadies me on my feet before letting go. He is still standing close enough that I can feel the heat coming off of him.
My heart is hammering in my ears and it’s not just from the near tumble down the porch steps. The feel of him pressed up against me has made me weak in the knees, and more than a little wet. Holy fuck Sydney, get ahold of yourself.
“Uh, thank you,” I manage to mumble as I smooth my clothes.
“Now I’ve had women fall for me pretty fast before, but that might be a record,” Cole teases.
My face immediately goes hot and I start to stammer out a response but he holds up a hand and stops me.
“Cool down Miss Baines, I’m only joking. Why don’t we get your bags and get you inside and out of the heat?”
As I watch him walk down the steps toward my car to grab my luggage, I can’t help but think that as long as I’m anywhere near Cole Parker, I’ll never be out of the heat.
Chapter Two: Cole
I look up at the clock and groan to myself. It’s nearly dusk and my “guest” is set to arrive any minute now. I don’t normally do this sort of thing but I just can’t say no to my Aunt Nora. Shit, if it hadn’t been for her, my brothers and I would have been split up and put into foster care. I owe her.
I get up from the chair and do another cursory sweep of the living room. It isn’t possible for any dust to have gathered since I checked five minutes ago, but I’m feeling on edge and need something to do. Some of the other ranches in the area rent out rooms to bored, rich city people for extra income, but that’s never been my deal. Besides, the ranch does pretty well and we don’t need the extra cash.
My younger brother, Luke, comes down the hall and tosses a smirk in my direction.
“Your new roomie here yet?” he asks.
“Shut up,” I throw back at him. “I don’t know why I let Aunt Nora talk me into this shit.”
“Uh, yes you do. Without her, we’d have nothing. So, she calls and asks us to do something and we do it. Come on, it’s only for a few weeks. It won’t be that bad. I’ll bet she spends most of her time in town or up near Billings where there’s more to do,” Luke reasons.
I shrug my shoulders and hope that he’s right. The last thing I need is some city chick hanging around while I’m trying to work. I’ve seen it before and the novelty wears off rather quickly for them every time. All they end up doing is getting in the way.
I shake my head as Luke raids my fridge before heading out the back door. He’s got his own place on the property near the back, but he likes to come up and do his grocery shopping in my kitchen every once in a while. He’s lucky I like him.
I see the headlights of the little red sports car come up the drive and pull to a stop next to my truck. Here we go, I tell myself, taking a deep breath. I walk over toward the front door and stop in my tracks, my heart skipping a beat. Aunt Nora never told me what this girl looked like. I could’ve used a warning.
Long, tanned legs unfold from the car and her high, large breasts jiggle a bit when she slams the door shut. Her auburn hair is in a messy pony tail and she tucks some loose strands behind her ears. She is tall and lean with killer legs and a rack to match. I can feel my jeans start to get tight just looking at her. This is going to be a long few weeks. Damn you, Aunt Nora.
I decide it’s better just to get this over with, so I step out onto the porch to introduce myself. I notice her take a step back and feel her eyes on me. I can’t help but smile a bit to myself; she thinks I’m hot. For the briefest moment, I imagine those long legs wrapped around my waist and feel my balls start to tighten. I need to get a grip or I’m going to be in some serious pain here soon.
She steps back and nearly falls off of the porch. I react quickly and grab her around the waist, pulling her back up against me. The feel of those nice tits pressed to my chest is almost more than I can bear so I let her go almost immediately. I make a dumb comment and piss her off. Good, that should help. I can’t afford to have her looking at me like that for too much longer.
The scent of her shampoo fills my nose and I know that if I don’t get away from her soon, I’m going to take her right here up against the side of my rusty old pickup. I offer to get her things and step off of the porch before I totally lose my cool. I offer up a silent prayer that Luke was right and that she will spend most of her time up in Billings, because the thought of this woman in my house is making me nuts. Five minutes in and I can already tell that Sydney Baines is going to be trouble.
“So here is the living room and the kitchen. Help yourself to anything in the fridge. If there’s something you want that I don’t have, I’ll make sure to get it for you when I run into town day after tomorrow,” I tell her.
“I’m sure what you have will be fine,” she says, following me around the house.
I nod and continue on down the hallway. “This right here will be your bathroom and this will be your room.” I step back and let her check out the bathroom while I go and deposit her luggage in the guest room. I’m secretly hoping the three bags she’s brought don’t contain too many more outfits like the one she’s wearing. The sight of those sky-high legs is making me sweat.
Sydney joins me in the guest room and makes a noise of approval.
“It’s really nice,” she says. “You have a beautiful home Cole.”
“Thank you,” I reply. I like the way my name sounds on her tongue. “Are you hungry?”
Sydney shakes her head. “No, I stopped at a little diner on the road and had a late lunch. To be honest I’m exhausted. That drive really did me in.”
I nod in understanding. “Okay then, I’ll leave you to it. My room is up at the top of the stairs. If you need anything just holler up to me.”
“Thanks,” she says. “I’m sure I’ll be fine. All I want right now is to get out of these clothes and crawl under the covers.”
I bite my tongue to stop myself from offering to help her with the aforementioned undressing. I shake my head to clear the thought and leave her to unpack and get settled while I excuse myself to jerk off in the shower before I hurt someone.
Chapter Three: Sydney
Cole walks out of the room and I sit on the edge of the bed to take off my shoes. I don’t really need the extra height but I love the way they make my legs look. Today though, I was glad to have a few extra inches when facing off with Cole Parker. There is a coolness about him that both intrigues and frustrates me.
He clearly knows how good looking he is, which is normally a huge turn-off for me. I’ve dated way too many guys in the past who thought they were something special and it never turns out well for me. I sense that there is something different about Cole however.
He might know he’s hot as hell, but he doesn’t seem to be overly ar
rogant. The comment about women falling for him was meant to put me at ease, I can see that now. The problem is, I don’t think I’ll ever be at ease around him. He makes me tingle in places that haven’t tingled in too long and right now, I don’t need that kind of complication.
I came here to relax and recharge and that’s what I intend to do. I will not think about having sex with Cole Parker. Ok, I will probably not think about having sex with Cole Parker. Yeah, I’m more than likely going to think about having sex with Cole Parker. A lot. Shit.
I sigh and fall backward onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling and thinking about the past several months. Not only did I lose my dad, my fiancé, and the biggest case of my career so far, I lost a piece of myself. That little boost of confidence I got at the stoplight back in town, was the first one I’ve had in a while.
I’m not a conceited person by nature, though I know I’m not ugly. I’ve got nice tits and an ass you could bounce an apple off of. I’ve always been smart; at the head of my class. I was valedictorian of my high school, graduated Yale at twenty-two and NYU Law three years later. I’d gotten a job at the first firm I’d interviewed with and had steadily climbed the ladder the past two years. Up until a few months ago, I’d been on track to be the youngest associate to make partner at Wallace and Crown.
I close my eyes and take a deep breath, pushing myself back up to sit on the edge of the bed. I don’t want to think about any of that right now. Right now, I need a good night’s sleep.
The next morning I walk down the hallway, stopping to look at the pictures on the walls. Some are of Cole on horseback and I can’t help but be jealous of the horse. A few other pictures show two other men who look enough like Cole that they could be his brothers. Dammit, there’s three of them. Though in my eyes Cole is the best looking, the other two are nothing to shake a stick at either. At the end of the hallway, there is a picture of the three men with Dr. Ferrell.
