by Sam Crescent
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Copyright© 2016 Sam Crescent
ISBN: 978-1-77233-912-3
Cover Artist: Jay Aheer
Editor: Karyn White
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This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
SHE’S MINE
Sam Crescent
Copyright © 2016
Chapter One
Drew Reynolds pounded into the woman beneath him. He didn’t care for the noises she made, nor for the way she was screaming his name. He was a fucking hot lover, and knew exactly what to do with his ten-inch dick. This was why women came to him. They weren’t after his money—he didn’t have any—or his thrilling company; he wasn’t interested in making small talk.
Little Francine Luderman only wanted the pleasure of his cock, especially as she was getting married tomorrow. He probably should give a damn that he was fucking another man’s woman, but it wasn’t up to him to keep the wife in check. In fact, this particular woman actually belonged to an old friend, but Drew hadn’t seen much of him in recent years. When he thought back, there was one woman’s face who came to him, Raven, but he pushed her image away. The memories of her were too painful, and she had yet to return from her travels.
“Oh, that’s it, baby, fuck me with that fucking big cock.”
He drove into her harder than ever before. She gasped, crying out as he pinned her arms above her head and covered her mouth with his hand. He wasn’t interested in listening to her.
The headboard slammed against the wall of his home. Tomorrow she’d probably be back, or some other woman who thought she was better than he was would try to take what he could give. What each woman didn’t know was the fact he was happy to give it to them. With them coming to him, he didn’t have to try, nor did he have to go out hunting for some pussy.
They made it a hell of a lot easier by coming to him.
Swiveling his hips, he went deep inside her, making her take it all. He saw the pain flash in her eyes, and mentally cursed. They wanted his dick, but only providing he didn’t give it all to them.
Closing his eyes, he drove into her, and finally came, spilling his cum into the condom. He never fucked these bitches without a condom. They were all the same. Rich, reckless, and fucking entitled. Each one of them would ignore him at the store in the week, or put their nose up at him, even as they appreciated what they got.
Once again, Drew didn’t give a shit as he didn’t like them, nor did he care for their brand of bullshit.
The condom was full, and he was bored. The release had been … lackluster.
Climbing from between her legs, he wiped his hand on her skirt, which was bunched up around her waist.
“Wow, Drew, you get better and better. I’m so lucky that you haven’t found a woman, though I doubt one woman would ever be able to appeal to you.”
He got up, removed the condom, and used some tissues to wipe his dick. Tossing everything into the trash, he pulled his jeans up.
“Get out. I’ve got to work.”
“Excuse me?” Francine asked, sitting up. Now that he had to stare her, he saw her lack of tits and bony hips, and wondered how the fuck he even got his dick up. She looked starved. He doubted she ever ate a good meal, and her pasty complexion was a real turn-off.
“You deaf?” he asked.
There was no need to make polite conversation.
Francine was acting all aghast, but the truth was, if he even tried, they’d shoot him down. He was just a dumb-ass ranch worker who wouldn’t amount to anything. The so-called fine ladies in town thought they were all above hard work, their daddies and husbands giving them the good life over their fine earnings. He wasn’t interested in a pampered princess. They were good to fuck, but the truth was, he wouldn’t have them in his home for anything else. Tonight when he got back, he’d strip the bed and clean it all, so it didn’t stink of her.
“I can’t believe the disrespect you’re showing me. After what I’ve done—”
“You came for a fuck from a dick that didn’t belong to your man. No doubt he’s got his own dick balls deep in a woman that gets his rocks off.”
“I don’t see what your problem is. I was doing a damn good job for you.”
“I was bored, and your screaming, sounding like a porn star, irritated me. I wanted you to shut up.” He grabbed his hat as it was sunny outside, and it saved him from sunstroke. “Hurry up. I’m sure a busy girl like yourself has got some nails to do.”
“I don’t know why I bother coming to you.”
He didn’t either, but she’d be back. They always came back. The worse he treated them, the harder they came back, trying to do whatever he wanted.
One of the women, funnily enough, her friend, even had him take her up the ass just so that she had done something that was better than her friends.
He didn’t get it, and he wasn’t interested in finding out either.
Five minutes later, Francine was in her car, giving him the finger, and he stepped into his pickup truck, heading toward the O’Donald ranch where he’d been working since he could walk. He always went with his father to work before he had to go to school. He officially started working there after he finished school at eighteen. Drew had worked with his dad right before he died. Even to this day he recalled Drew Reynolds, Senior telling him that a real man worked for his crust. They didn’t need the fancy shit in life, worrying about a bunch of figures on a screen.
The love of a good woman, good food, and good living—it was what life was about.
Drew believed his dad, seeing as he’d died a happy man at seventy years old, having had him late in life.
Still, he had his mom left, and she was in one of those care homes that helped her get around. She’d had a heart attack a year back, and she hadn’t wanted him to take her in. Drew would have, but he let her make her own decisions. One of those being that she’d die where she wanted.
His mom, Doreen, had decided being with his father when he collapsed to the ground had been enough death for her son. She wasn’t going to allow him to see any more. He visited her every week, without fail.
Pulling into the ranch, he parked in the staff bay and headed toward the back of the ranch where Seymor O’Donald was usually waiting. He had over fifty men to man the fields, the cattle, and the horses. O’Donald was more than just a cattle ranch. He lent it out to schools, and they had a little farm down by the river so children could come and pet animals. There was a horse riding school as well. O’Donald also had a shelf in the market for its finest herbs and vegetables.
Several of the guys were waiting, and Drew stood in the back, listening. He knew what had to be done today. Cattle needed to be moved to the other field so that they could allow the current one to grow back. Then there would be the feeding, checking the fences, and then to finish off his hard day workout, Drew liked to go into the vegetable section, and help pick some of the fruits the land had to offer.
O’Donald put them onto their jobs, and Drew was partnered with Brice, another hardcore rancher like himself.
Drew wasn’t interested in owning any of his land, or having to keep the books, or worrying about the prices. O’Donald had nearly gone under twenty years ago because the price of beef had dropped so much. If it hadn’t been for O’Donald’s wife at the time, he would never have expanded the ranc
h out to allow other revenue to keep the cattle afloat. Seymor’s wife, sadly, had passed away five years ago, and he hadn’t started seeing another woman, or looking at another woman. Drew had really liked Julia. She had been a sweet woman.
“Did you hear there has been a new girl started down at Cathy’s?” Brice asked.
Since Julia had died, they had to order their food from Cathy. She was a food-on-the-go sort. Her little bakery had also expanded out to the ranch, cooking fresh meals every day for the ranch staff.
“No, I hadn’t.”
“A pretty little thing. Apparently she used to live here, and went off exploring the world, and now she’s back.”
“Don’t have a clue. Don’t listen to town gossip.”
“I bet you don’t. Most of the gossip is about you, banging the local women.”
Drew shrugged. “I’ve never been one to play favorites with women. They tend to go a little bitchy, and I’m not interested in drama.”
“I’ve got to ask you a question. I know you don’t talk, but Francine—she makes out she’s so high and mighty.”
“Brice, I told you, I don’t talk about women I haven’t had.” Drew smirked over at his friend.
“Damn, you dawg. Wow, I can’t even believe it. She thinks she’s so damn innocent.”
Not when her ankles were around his neck as he plowed into her, but Drew was never one to talk about shit. Besides, Brice wouldn’t tell anyone, and he had his own fair share of women he liked to fuck, including Cathy.
“We better get this shit done. In for a long day,” Brice said.
****
“You have missed a lot since you’ve been away,” Cathy said.
“I can’t believe Julia died. She was such a sweet, loving woman. I loved her,” Raven Howard said, stirring the large pot of chili. She had suggested steak and potatoes, but that was what Cathy sent the O’Donald ranch yesterday. The ranchers didn’t like the same thing in a row, which was why they were always changing it up.
“It was a really sad time. Seymor really struggled, and that was when I offered the bakery to take over. We started off with just sandwiches and sweet buns, stuff like that. Then he asked if I was interested in doing whole meals. I wasn’t one to turn down that offer.”
“Now every day you cook, and deliver it to them?” Raven asked.
“Yep, and today I’m going to show you off so that you can take over from me.”
Raven nibbled her lip, but went back to stirring the chili as Cathy finished with the rice. Even though she had traveled the world in the past seven years, Raven still wasn’t great at meeting people. Yeah, work that one out. She’d had over fifty jobs during her life, and each one she had hoped to pull herself out of her secluded shell but nothing worked. Seven years she’d traveled, spending months in different towns, cities. She hadn’t just gone across the United States and South America. No, she’d gone all over Europe as well. By the time she made it back home, it had been seven years.
When she’d rolled into town last week, her parents had been excited to have her back. They had thought she’d bring a man back with her. It was hard not to snort at them. She was a size eighteen, and unless someone was into frumpy and mousy, there was no chance.
Fortunately, the mousy hair had tamed down in the past week since being home, and instead of it looking like frayed ends, it actually stayed in place. She also wasn’t wearing overly baggy clothes, nor was she living with her parents. The money she had saved during her trips meant she had enough to rent a small apartment in town, above the bakery that Cathy owned. Next, she had a job in the bakery, seeing as most of her jobs were culinary-related, and that was where she got most of her experience, in restaurants, fast food joints, and bakeries along the way.
“Right, I have all the toppings, breads, the cakes, and now we need that chili,” Cathy said.
Raven placed the lid on, and wrapped everything in foil before using oven mitts to carry it out to the car. She’d be using her car tomorrow. This whole “meeting the guys” was not fair. Cathy was the boss, and she just worked in the store.
“Are you ready, Raven?” Cathy said.
“Yeah, I guess.”
“The men don’t bite unless you want them to. They’re really sweet, and you’ll get along just fine. You’ll also meet Brice.”
Since being back, working in the bakery, Raven had heard a lot of gossip about Brice, half of the ranch handlers, and of course Drew Reynolds. Nearly every collection of women who came into the bakery had some scandal to tell about the local bad boy.
Drew was five years older than she was, and just thinking his name reminded her of the many times she’d seen him in certain … positions.
That was just embarrassing. Raven used to visit the O’Donald ranch where he worked, and she’d also seen him around the back of the library. Many of the women who pretended to find him repulsive, were at his feet begging.
She’d seen Francine, the current damsel about to get married to a city-boy lawyer, on her knees outside the library giving the very same Drew Reynolds a nice suction job on his dick.
Raven opened the window, fanning herself as she recalled the ways she had seen Drew fucking a woman. Many times over the past seven years since she turned eighteen, she had found herself wondering about him.
Still, there was no way he’d look at her. He never had in the past, so he was never going to now.
Traveling out of town toward the O’Donald ranch, she recognized the route. Nothing had changed since she left seven years ago. Cathy talked about the latest gossip and stuff like that. Raven listened, not really caring about what had been going on in the small town, but pretending to seemed to be the thing these days.
It was past one when they finally arrived at the ranch, and Raven climbed out, seeing all the men waiting for their food. They had arrived late, and Raven knew she had to do better tomorrow.
“Hey, boys, I’m here, and I’ve got plenty. Let me just get set up.”
One of the men brought over a table, and Raven smiled at him. “Thanks.”
Helping Cathy, she loaded up the table, unwrapping everything, and then they started to serve the food and the cool drinks as well.
Cathy made the introductions, letting them know that Raven would be taking over.
“Raven Howard, it has been too long,” Seymor said, coming toward her, and placing his arm around her.
“Hey, Mr. O’Donald. I’m so sorry about your wife.”
“You know to call me Seymor. Julia would have loved to have seen you.” He cupped her cheeks, smiling at her. “I’d heard you’d come back. Any special man?”
“No, none of that.” Her cheeks heated as Seymor didn’t talk quietly. Several of the handlers were staring at her, which she didn’t like. Attention was not something she did well with.
“Well, it’s their loss, and our gain.”
She finished serving up, and she noticed that Cathy was standing on her tiptoes, trying to look out over the field.
“Are you okay?” Raven asked.
“Yeah, I was just hoping to catch sight of Brice. He should be here.”
“There’s plenty of food.”
“Ah, it’s okay. I see the truck. He’s heading this way.”
“Okay.”
Raven smiled and chatted with each of the men as they got the food, and passed along.
“This chili is amazing,” Seymor said.
“Thank Raven. She told me to add some chipotle into the chili, and some really bitter chocolate. I couldn’t believe how amazing it turned out.”
Raven’s cheeks heated again. She hated the extra attention, but she smiled. Most of the time she smiled and got left alone. It was how she’d learned to survive out on her own.
How did she survive seven years away from home?
Even she didn’t know the answer to that.
It had been completely crazy.
The truck pulled into the parking lot where all of the other trucks were, and Raven looke
d over to see … Drew Reynolds climbing out of the car.
Time had done him even more wonders than the last time she’d seen him. Averting her gaze, she stared down at the food, and saw there wasn’t enough cheese. Leaning into the truck, she grabbed a bag and turned.
“Hey, baby, did you miss me?”
Raven turned to see a man, clearly Brice, kissing Cathy on the cheek.
“Charmer. Brice, I’d like you to meet Raven. Raven, this is Brice.”
“Howard, ah, I remember now. You’re the kid that didn’t go away to college, did you?” Brice asked, taking hold of her hand.
“No. I just went traveling.” Nearly everyone in her year had gone onto college in some form or another. She didn’t want to. Studying hadn’t been something she wanted to do, so she had learned on the road.
“I don’t know if you remember Drew Reynolds.”
She couldn’t not look at him, so she pasted a smile on her face, and stared up at the most intense blue eyes she had ever seen. She’d always adored his eyes, reminding her of a blue sky in summer, so clear and bright.
“Hi,” she said.
Raven noticed his hand was held out toward her, so she took it, shaking his hand. She didn’t know how to describe the electricity that traveled up her arm, nor where it had come from.
He didn’t say anything for several seconds, simply stared at her, holding her hand tightly. When she tried to pull her hand away, he wouldn’t let her go.
“It’s great to see you again.”
Again? When had he seen her the first time?
Oh crap, she hoped he’d never seen her watching him with those women. That would be so damn embarrassing. It couldn’t be possible.
“Likewise.”
“Do you two know each other?” Cathy asked.
“I used to live here. I know of him.”
“Yeah, that’s it,” he said.
She smiled even as she tried to fight off embarrassment. There was no mistaking the twinkle in his eye. Drew was aware of her watching.
