by Lea Kinkade
April came to southern Texas, and spring brought new life everywhere. Ryan and Ryder took turns trading off at Chaps & Spurs while the other one helped with calving at the Ranch. It was tiring work, and both men were bone tired while they were helping their family through this busy time on the Ranch. The house was almost ready for Samantha and Ryan to move into, and they were in the process of picking out furniture. Samantha insisted on paying for her half of the furnishings even though Ryan had argued with her at first. This was the first real disagreement they’d had since moving in together.
“You don’t need to pay for anything, darlin’. I can cover it,” Ryan told her as they were sitting next to each other on the couch.
“Ryan Chisholm, do you or do you not want this to be my home, too?”
“Of course, darlin’. I just don’t want you to spend all your money so we can furnish the place. I was the one who insisted on so many bedrooms, after all. I want you to be able to maintain your independence.” Ryan had continually impressed her with his understanding of her need to remain independent.
“I have quite a bit of money saved up, Ryan. The flower shop is doing really well. I haven’t had to pay rent since I moved to Deseo, and the place came furnished. The only real expenses I have are food and gas and, since we live above the shop, gas isn’t even that much.” She pulled her hands from his and stood up. This was important to her, and she was not going to lose this argument.
She needed to make him understand. “Since you moved in, you pay for half of the food, so the rest has been going to savings. I need to do this in order for this house to feel like it belongs to us, not just you. I know your parents gave each of you kids the money to build your dream house, but I don’t think I’ll really feel like it’s my house, too, unless I contribute financially.”
“I’m sorry, darlin’. I didn’t think. Of course you want to contribute financially to the house. I don’t know what I was thinking.” He got up and moved toward her where she stood wringing her hands. “We’ll split the cost on the furnishings.”
“Thank you. It means a lot to me. Thank you for understanding my feelings on this.” She gave him a hard hug to let him know how much she appreciated his empathy on this issue.
“No problem. When’s your next day off? We’ll go furniture shopping. The Suttles own a great furniture store in addition to their used furniture place. I hear they have a great selection and can get items delivered fast that they don’t have in stock. Let’s try there first. If we can’t find what we want there, we can go to Corpus Christi. Some of those places will deliver to Deseo for the cost of gas.” He hugged her back enthusiastically.
“Sounds good.” She rested her forehead on his broad shoulder. “I have Wednesday and Thursday off this week. Want to go to the place here in town on Wednesday? If we can’t find everything we want, we can go to Corpus on Thursday and look.” Now that she had gotten his agreement to let her pay for half of the furnishings, she was anxious to get started.
“I like your enthusiasm, darlin’. That’s a date. Now let’s stop talking so I can nibble on you a little. You never gave me a proper kiss when I got home.”
“Oh, you poor baby. We can’t have that, can we?” She lifted her face to his for a kiss.
“No, we can’t,” he said as he swooped in for a kiss. As always, when he touched her, she melted in his arms. “How long until supper is ready?”
“It’s probably done now. Why?”
“Will it hold if we don’t get around to it for, say, the next hour? Or four?” He started leading her out of the kitchen to the hallway that led to their bedroom.
Grinning at his playfulness, she reached back toward the oven and turned it off. “Now it will. What have you got in mind?” She let him lead her down the hallway into their bedroom.
“Oh, darlin’. I’m gonna make you come hard for me. Just wait and see. You’re going to come hard and often. You may not be able to walk tomorrow. You may have to call in sick.” He nuzzled her neck then started stripping her clothes from her between long, hot, deep kisses. By the time she was naked, she was gasping for breath.
“I seem to be the only one naked here.” She looked up at him through heavy lids.
“Get on the bed. I’ll be right with you.” He started stripping off his clothes as she crawled silently onto the bed. She leaned back on her elbows and watched the free strip show. Man, she was one lucky woman. He was the best-looking thing on two legs she had ever seen. Clothed or unclothed, it didn’t matter. Well, wait a minute, maybe it did, she thought as he stripped off his boxer briefs and his hard cock bumped against his muscled abdomen.
* * * *
Knowing she watched, Ryan stood in front of her and let her look her fill. As her eyes roved over his body, he did his own looking. Man, she was hot. He would never get enough of just looking at her. The dusky nipples on her gorgeous breasts were hard and tight with need. The swell of her hips beckoned him to hold on tight whenever his cock was buried deep inside her. He knew her pussy would be preparing itself for his cock, getting slick and wet. Her long legs would wrap themselves around his hips, holding him to her as he fucked in and out of her sweet pussy.
Climbing onto the bed, he pushed her thighs apart with his knees, bending over her body with clear intent. He dove into her pussy with his lips and tongue, edging her further along the road of desire. She arched up into his mouth and tongue as he licked her sweet juices from her repeatedly. Adding a finger to the mix, he delved deep into her pussy, finding her tight opening and moving his finger in and out of her. When she moaned with pleasure, he added a second finger and felt her inner muscles clamp down on them like a vise. Thrusting in and out of her pussy with his fingers, he honed in on her clit with his tongue, bringing her to release with a gush of fresh juices.
Before she had a chance to catch her breath, he flipped her over onto her stomach and lifted her hips until she was resting on her knees. Her head rested on her arms, which were folded before her on the bed. He pierced her swollen passage with a single thrust, causing her to climax again with a scream of ecstasy. He continued to stab his hard length into her, pulling her passion to the surface again as he rubbed against her sweet spot with every thrust. Feeling the muscles in her pussy begin to pull on his cock again, he knew she was close to another orgasm. Pulling his hard cock out of her moist heat, he turned her back over and pulled her knees up so they rested on her chest and she was open to his gaze. Fisting his own cock, he just looked at her sweet pussy for a few moments.
Moving over her, he slid his steel length back into her cunt and began driving into her over and over again. He could feel the beginning edge of his own orgasm and moved faster, rubbing back and forth over her sweet spot, to bring her along with him. As his orgasm overtook him, he thrust into her once, then twice, as she cried out her release. He continued pistoning in and out of her beautiful body as his cock jerked with the release of his seed. As his cock finished erupting, he came to rest between her thighs, chest heaving. His arms were barely strong enough to keep him from crushing her slender body with his weight.
As she fought for breath, she slowly lowered her legs back onto the bed, entwining her legs with his. Reaching out to run her fingers through his thick hair, she shivered as he pulled his cock out of her swollen pussy. He fell to her side and pulled her back into his body, holding her tightly to his side. She rested her head on his still-heaving chest as he felt their breathing slowly return to normal. She gently caressed his sculpted chest and abdomen.
“Wow. You weren’t kidding, handsome.”
“We aim to please, darlin’. Give me ten minutes and I’ll be hard for you again. Your sweet body just affects me that way.”
“I don’t think I could take anymore.”
“Tell you what. You call in sick in the morning and I’ll pick up where we left off. What do you say? I’ll even feed you.”
“I say I feel a fever coming on.” Naked, they headed back to the kitchen where they ate thei
r dinner standing up at the counter before going back to bed and picking up where they had left off.
As Ryan lay in bed, holding Samantha tightly in his arms, he thought of the engagement ring he had bought for her several weeks ago. He hadn’t asked her to marry him yet. He didn’t want to push her into anything she wasn’t ready for, but he wanted to marry her so much he ached with it. Every day, he felt them growing closer and closer to each other. He thought she was almost ready for him to pop the question. As he thought about it, the perfect opportunity came to mind, and he started planning what would be the most important moment of his life so far.
* * * *
Samantha giggled as she sat, blindfolded, in the passenger side of Ryan’s truck as he drove her who knew where. All he had told her was that he had a surprise for her and that she had to be blindfolded. She peppered him with questions about their destination, but Ryan just laughed at her.
The truck came to a halt and Samantha waited impatiently in her seat as Ryan opened his door and got out, telling her to stay put. He didn’t come immediately to open her door. She could tell from the length of time it took between when he closed his door to the time he opened up her door that he had done something else in between. When he finally opened up her door, he unfastened her seat belt and lifted her down to the ground. Shutting the door, he slowly led her away from the truck with a hand under her arm.
Suddenly, she found herself swept up in his arms. Squealing in surprise, her hands found his shoulders and she held on tightly. “Easy, darlin’. Almost there.” She could feel his biceps rippling beneath her fingers as he held her close. “Now, when I tell you, you can take off the blindfold.”
She felt him walk up three stairs and she smiled to herself. She thought she knew where they were but didn’t want to ruin his surprise. She rested in his arms and waited for him to tell her when she could remove the blindfold.
“Okay, darlin’. You can take off the blindfold.”
Hands going up to the sides of her head, she pulled the blindfold off her eyes and looked around her. Yep, just as she’d thought. They were at the house. In fact, they were standing right in front of the front door, which was wide open. She turned to him and smiled her pleasure.
“I wanted to do this right and carry you over the threshold. I brought some things over earlier and figured we could camp out here tonight and christen the place. That is, if you want to.” He took the last step into the entryway of the house. “Welcome home, darlin’.”
“This is wonderful, Ryan. Thank you for doing this.”
“Wait until you see the master bedroom.” He leered at her as he turned around and kicked the front door closed with his boot. “The appliances were delivered earlier today, so we have access to a refrigerator. I’ve got some food and champagne chilling in there. We’ll eat later.” He carried her up the stairs and down the hall to the master suite. As they entered the room, Samantha could see the effort he had put into this evening, and she loved him even more. She lifted her mouth to his and they shared a sweet kiss. Ryan leaned in for another kiss as he let her slide down his body so she landed on her feet.
Samantha turned around and took in the romantic scene that Ryan had set for them. A king-size air mattress lay right under the bare windows where they would be able to look up and see the stars twinkling in the sky once darkness took over. The bed was made up with sheets and a comforter, and the bedding was turned down invitingly. A mound of pillows lay against the wall where the head of the mattress rested against the wall. Unlit candles littered the floor around the bed. Her MP3 player and stereo dock were plugged into a far wall just waiting to be turned on.
She looked around in wonder and noticed that there were more candles scattered around the darkened bathroom. As she slowly walked into the large bathroom, she heard country music begin to play softly behind her. Ryan must have decided they needed some mood music, as she heard Billy Currington asking his love to let him down easy.
She saw that the sunken bubble tub was completely surrounded by candles. Luxurious towels and washcloths sat waiting on one edge. Her bath soaps and lotions were sitting on one of the ledges to the tub. More towels were on the towel bars next to the ridiculously big shower. As she turned in a full circle, she noticed that both of their robes were hanging on the hooks on the door leading to the walk-in closet.
“There’s a suitcase with a change of clothes for us tomorrow in one of the extra bedrooms.” He had followed her into the bathroom and took her in his arms.
“Do you want to start with a bath?” She had a feeling he was anxious to get her naked.
“Only if you’ll join me.” She looked at him through eyes filled with desire. Her nipples were already hard and stiff and her pussy was weeping with her increasing arousal.
“That was the plan. Why don’t you let me start the water and you can take your clothes off and put your robe on until it’s ready?”
“Good plan.” As she started to strip, she heard him start the water running in the huge garden tub.
“Do you want bubbles, darlin’? I stopped by the Bath Boutique and got some bubble bath in the scent you like.”
“I’d love bubbles, handsome. You’re going to smell like pomegranates by the time we’re done, though.”
“It’ll be worth it. I don’t mind.” She watched as he added a generous amount of the bubbles into the swirling water.
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” She put on her robe and came to him where he leaned on the edge of the tub. “One of us is decidedly overdressed.” She leaned in for another kiss.
“I can remedy that in less than a minute, darlin’. Just let me turn off the water first. Then, while you start your soak, I’ll go down and get the champagne.” He checked the temperature of the water with his hand and, seeming satisfied, he turned off the spigot and moved back to her.
“Let me help you with your robe.” He undid the tie at her waist and pushed back the edges of her robe so that he could see her luscious breasts. Leaning down to give each nipple a kiss, he pulled the robe off her shoulders and put it back on the hook. Returning to her, he held out his hand to her and helped her into the tub. He didn’t take his eyes off her as she sank down into the tub and bubbles covered up her naked body. She sighed in bliss and leaned her head back against the edge of the tub.
* * * *
“Let me light these candles then I’ll go get the champagne.” He quickly lit the candles with the lighter he had in his jeans pocket then left the room and hurried downstairs. Once in the kitchen, he took one of the bottles of champagne, the good stuff, and deftly opened it with a soft pop. Grabbing the two champagne flutes off the granite countertop, he hurried back upstairs to the woman he loved.
Softly entering the bathroom, he set the champagne bottle and glasses on the counter as he quickly shucked off his clothes and boots and poured the bubbly. Taking the two full glasses with him, he climbed the two steps to the tub just as she opened her eyes. Smiling at the proof of how much he wanted to make love to her, she scooted back a little, giving him room to enter the water. He handed her a glass and sat down in the deep tub across from her.
He held out his glass to tap hers. “To us.”
“And our new house.”
They each took a sip of the champagne. Her eyes widened as the taste exploded on her tongue. “This is really good, Ryan.” She took another sip and leaned her neck back against the tub, closing her eyes with a soft sigh.
Ryan took another drink of the champagne then placed his glass on the ledge beside him. Putting his hands into the warm water, he reached for her feet and took one into his hands as he began to massage her delicate arches. She moaned in pleasure and settled further into the tub.
Ryan’s hands worked the same magic on her other foot, then began to work their way up her legs until he was caressing her thighs. Moaning softly, she arched her body, reaching for his touch. Opening her eyes, she took another sip of her champagne and placed her glass on the edge of
the tub.
“I want you, Ryan. Now. Right here.”
“Come get me, darlin’. I’m all yours.” As she crawled across to him, he felt his cock harden even more as it nearly pulsed to get into her pussy.
“Sit on my lap, darlin’. Ride me.” Samantha took his hard length into her hands and moved her body over his. As she sank down onto his long, hard cock, she sighed in pleasure at the feeling of fullness. Ryan groaned at the sensation of her tight little cunt gloving his cock. She gripped his shoulders with her fingers and began to move up and down on his hard shaft. He gripped her waist in his hands and helped her move her pussy on his cock with a steady rhythm. She continued to ride him as water splashed over the sides of the tub. They laughed as several of the candles were extinguished by the errant water. They increased the pace of their rocking, both reaching for their pleasure. Ryan came first with a long wail and, as his cock continued to pulse into her body, Samantha rocked her body up and down a few more times as her own orgasm found her. She sank down on him, his spent cock still in her warm pussy as she collapsed against him. She lowered her head to his and they shared a sweet, wet kiss.
“I love you, Ryan.”
“I love you, too, darlin’.”
They held each other tight, neither of them moving until they felt the water begin to cool. Carefully extricating herself from his arms, Samantha stood up and wrapped a towel around her body, stepping gingerly out of the tub. Ryan followed and dried himself before putting on his robe. Telling her to go on into the bedroom, Ryan promised to clean up the watery mess and to join her as soon as possible.
When he was done cleaning up the water, Ryan threw the wet towels into a corner and pulled on his robe. He went over to the clothing he had shucked earlier and took the ring from the pocket, putting it into the pocket of his robe. Next he took their champagne flutes and poured out the champagne that had gone flat. He grabbed Samantha’s robe from the hook on the door and took it to her. She was so beautiful standing at the windows looking out at the night sky. Coming up behind her, he slipped her robe onto her shoulders and held it while she pushed her arms through the sleeves and belted the robe closed.
