“I want to stay here,” she said. “I don’t want to run anymore. I don’t want any more change or trying to start over. I want my daughter to grow up feeling safe and surrounded by good people and fresh air and mountains. I want all of this for her.”
A grin stretched across my face and I pulled her in for another deep kiss. “Nothing sounds better to me than that. I want all of that for her. And for you. Both of you deserve it and I want to make sure you have it.”
Gia sighed and pressed a kiss to the middle of my chest. “Thank you for saving me tonight, Clayton. I don’t know how it all would have ended if you didn’t show up when you did. It terrifies me to think about.”
“It scares me too, honey,” I said. “Something must have told me you needed me. I just felt like I had to go up to the cafe when I did.”
“I did need you. And what Darcy said actually makes sense. Matteo has haunted me for years. No matter where I was or the kind of life I had tried to make for myself and Gabby, he was always there. Right in the back of my mind, I was always wondering when he was going to pop up and ruin everything. That’s what kept me running. That’s what made it so I could never just relax and enjoy life. But that’s different now. All of a sudden, I feel like a giant burden has been lifted from my shoulders.”
“You don’t have to worry about him anymore,” I said. “He’s not going to be bothering you ever again.”
She let out a long breath and turned to look up at the stars again. “I wonder what’s going to happen to him.”
It almost sounded like she didn’t mean to say it out loud, like she was just wondering it and it managed to slip between her lips. As much as I didn’t want her thinking about him anymore and hated that she had any consideration for him, I understood. That was the kind of person Gia was. She would want to know his fate, even if it wasn’t really compassion that made her curious.
“That’s really your call,” I said and she looked at me with questions in her eyes. “You told Roy you want to press charges. Is that what you really want? Or would you rather my brothers and me walk him out to the outskirts of town and tell him to never come back?”
She laughed softly and patted me on the chest. “Pretty good offer. I appreciate you wanting to help, but I think it would probably be best if I pursued the legal route.”
I shrugged and kissed her on the top of the head. “Fair enough. Just know the offer always stands. We would be happy to make sure he knew for absolute certain he’s not wanted around here.”
“That’s definitely something I want him to know,” Gia said. “But I’d really like to see him behind bars. Does that make me a terrible person?”
“Not at all,” I said. “After what he did to you tonight and everything he’s already done to you, I would expect you to want far more to happen to him.”
“It’s just that he’s always gotten away with everything his whole life. I don’t know how he manages to convince people to let him off when he does those things, but he does. Nobody has ever forced him to face any sort of consequences for anything that he’s done.”
“Don’t worry. That’s not going to be the way it is around here. He doesn’t have any sway in Green Valley. The only reputation he has around here is coming after you, and that’s not going to be seen too kindly. And I can promise you people will be looking out for you and for Gabby every day for as long as you are in Green Valley. If you decide to stay here and make this your home, you will always be safe.”
She pulled up to look down into my eyes and a smile swept the corners of her full lips up. Her fingertips traced my mouth and down the front of my throat where my pulse pounded.
“I’ve already decided,” she said.
Cupping my hand behind her head, I kissed her. Her lips were soft and supple, and I pressed into them gently. There was a decadence to those lips, like dark chocolate or aged whiskey. They were meant to be savored, to be revered. Our lips lingered on another, and I reached up to brush a strand of hair away from them, sweeping it behind her ear and letting her head then rest in the palm of my hand. I held her there, relishing our embrace while my body stirred, the tightness in my jeans growing more constrictive, enough that I shifted my hips to try to gain some relief.
Gia reached over to place her hand on my chest, and a gentle push made us separate. I looked at her with concern for a moment before I saw the mischievous grin spread across her face. She sat up a bit and looked around, as if to judge how alone we were, and then locked eyes with me again. I lay back, resting my hands behind my head and flashing a grin of my own.
Gia reached for the hem of her shirt and pulled it up over her head. My stomach tightened and my cock pressed against the zipper of my pants as my eyes trailed over her naked stomach and the round, pillowy breasts being held aloft by her bra. I reached for her and pulled her on top of me, and she ground her hips into mine, rubbing her core against the bulge in my pants.
We kissed again, this time with more passion, more strength, and our tongues slid inside for a taste. As she curled into me, her legs straddling mine and her hips rocking slowly, I reached behind her to unhook her bra. With one swift flick of my fingers, it was undone and she sat up, pressing her hot core down over my bulge, and pulled her shoulders in so the bra straps fell down her arms.
I took in a breath through my teeth as her perfect breasts were revealed. Perky pink nipples poked out into the night air and I placed my palms over them. Her hands reached to mine, pushing them into her and encouraging me to knead into her chest.
The smile stretched across her lips and her eyes being lightly closed told me she was reveling in this moment as much as I was. There was no need to hurry, no need to worry. We were alone in the darkness and the night and had all the time in the world to explore each other’s bodies without the fear of anyone finding us.
It was luxurious and special, and as I sat up to take one of her breasts into my mouth, flicking the sensitive nipple with my tongue, my hands slid down to her ass and pulled her tight. I wanted her to feel my thickness, to know how much I wanted her, and subsequently, to know how much control I could show not to tear into her immediately. She deserved my time.
Chapter 34
Gia
He was so hard underneath me that I could feel his cock pressing up into my silk panties and against my wet, hot pussy. I longed to unzip his jeans and let the lusciously thick member out to plunge into me, but he seemed content to take things slowly, and I reveled in his attention. His lips brushing over my nipples brought them to a peak, and his warm tongue lathered them until they dripped. I pressed my hands down into his chest, pushing my shoulders together to make my breast press up against one another and giving him easier access to them. He took the silent suggestion and buried his face between them, filling his hands with my breasts and eliciting a sigh of contentment from me.
I expected him to roll me over and tear my clothes off, but instead, he pulled me closer to him, tighter down on his bulge. I rolled my hips on him and he groaned in pleasure but made no move to hurry us along. Glancing down to his face, I saw concentration across his brow. He was controlling himself, forcing himself to take the moment slowly. I could see the tension just behind his gaze, the desire to rip the rest of my clothes from my body and fuck me right there. Because of it, the tension built, and the heat rose between us. When I leaned down to press my lips against his, fingertips trailed up to my hips under my skirt and began to slowly pull down my panties.
Grinning, I shifted to allow him to pull them off me gently. As they rolled past my round ass cheeks, I moved so he could get them down to my knees and then lifted them one at a time so they went past them. When they were completely off, I sank down onto his bulge and rocked again against him. He pulled me tight down on him and I moaned at the hardness under his zipper pressing up into me.
Reaching down to unbutton his shirt, I repositioned myself slightly, giving a little room and a momentary break from his denim-controlled erection. When I did, I felt h
is hands slide between us and unbutton his pants. I grinned as I pulled the shirt apart, exposing his rock-hard abdomen and muscular chest, knowing that there was less between our skin. I leaned down to press my lips to the center of his chest and he maneuvered under me to pull his jeans down to his knees.
I reached behind me as my lips found his again, rubbing my palm over the thick, cock in his boxers. There was a hole there for me to slide my hand into and I did. Wrapping my fingers around his warm, hard cock sent a chill down my back and I pulled it out through the hole in the fabric. Sitting back up, I let it slide between my ass cheeks and up my lower back. I rocked against it, using my hand to stroke him against me, and elicited another deep moan. Curling my hips, his cock stayed stiff as I brushed it through the folds of my wet pussy.
Sliding down and trailing kisses along his muscles, I flicked my tongue between them, lathering him as I worked my way down. When I rested between his legs, my knees pressing into the blanket below us, I pulled his jeans completely off and our eyes met again. His smile stretched wide as he tried to sit up, but I pressed my hand into his chest to get him to lie back down. As he did, I leaned forward and took hold of the base of his cock in my hand and stroked him.
Before I even got my lips to the head of his cock, he let out a long, deep moan. I pressed a kiss to the top, gathering up the liquid and mixing it with my saliva before stretching my mouth down to the base. Licking up the underside of his member made him tense his legs and a hand stretch down to fill with my hair. I trailed my tongue around the base before sliding it back up to the head, swirling around the tip before pressing it against my lips. I took a breath through my nose and plunged him into my mouth, gaining a groan of pleasure that reverberated through him and into me. As I pushed him deep into my throat, I stroked up from the base and felt him tense again.
I moaned into his cock, knowing the vibration would send his pleasure higher. His hand tightened on my hair and I stroked him into me faster, bobbing on him in a rhythm that increased in speed. His thick, engorged staff was slick and stiff, and the pleasure of it between my lips, the taste of him on my tongue, made me slip my free hand between my thighs to touch myself as I sucked him. Sliding two fingers into myself, I moaned louder, and the vibration made him moan back.
Suddenly, he sat up, his hands grabbing me below my arms and pulling me up to him. I sank into a kiss as I crawled up his legs to straddle him, my fingers now moving to rub my clit as I positioned myself above him. He grabbed my hips and with one solid movement sank me down onto him. The sudden rush of sensations took me by surprise, and a hard, blinding orgasm rolled through my body as his cock stretched my walls and pressed as deeply into me as I could stand. Not content with how deep he was in me, his arms wrapped around, one stretching across my back to hold my hip and the other going up to the opposite shoulder. Pulling me down, he closed the gap between my bottom and his legs and he was fully inside me, blurring pleasure and pain together in a mixture of outstanding sensations.
He held me there for a moment, letting my body stretch and adjust to his thick, powerful cock deep in my pussy. I cried out when my voice returned and heard it echo back in the distance of the rolling fields. Nothing else made a peep beyond the insects and an owl far off in the trees. The openness of the field against the privacy of no one being nearby for miles only made the moment more intense, and I let my voice open up as loud as I wished. No one would hear us. The world was ours alone.
After a few moments, his arm tightened around my hip and guided me to rock on him, our hips grinding against one another rather than me rising up off him. The movement allowed me to take a breath and I sank deeper into the feeling of fullness inside me. His tongue flicked out to gather up my taut, perky nipple and he suckled on me as I rode him more confidently. A few moments after that, I was able to raise my hips up a little and bring them back down on him, letting him plunge deep in me with every movement. He moaned into my breast and I gathered up more control as the earth-quaking orgasm slowed and my legs were under my own control again.
As I rose and dropped back down on him, Clayton lay back again, letting one hand fill with my breast and the other trace down my stomach. Then he reached his thumb to his lips and wet it before returning it to my core. I gasped as it slid through my folds and expertly found my clit. I placed my feet down into the blanket, letting my hands hold myself up on his chest as I rode him, and his thumb swirled over my clit.
Clayton moaned as I rode him harder, letting his thumb bring me to the brink of another climax. I could feel the tension building up in me like a wave in the distance, and I closed my eyes to focus on it. They shut tightly, and I rode him harder, yips of pleasure escaping from my chest where his hand kneaded into my breast. I knew he was trying to keep himself in control, but I wanted him, needed him to take over. I wanted the feeling of his body penetrating mine at will, letting him fill me and use my body to pleasure his own.
I sank down hard on him and stopped my motion, sliding both hands behind his head until his eyes opened and focused on mine.
“Fuck me,” I whispered.
He sat up like a shot, his lips crushing into mine, our tongues desperately searching for each other as his hands wrapped around me. Suddenly, I was airborne, and he spun me over onto my back. Sinking into me, his cock never fully leaving me, I felt the true measure of his enormous, luscious cock inside me. He pounded into me with a steady, even rhythm, and I closed my eyes, focusing on the stiffness of him inside me. My arms stretched luxuriously above my head, and I felt his hands clasp over my wrists. I gasped, knowing that now he was in control and reveling in that thought. He was having me how he wanted to and my body responded by tingling and curling around him, wanting to feel him explode into me.
Clayton groaned with every thrust, and they began to get faster, harder. My legs wrapped around his waist, and when he reached down to slide his arms under them, I offered no resistance. Whatever he wanted, I was willing to give. Whatever he needed, I would supply. His arms curled under me, bending me in on myself so that my feet were above my head. He thrust harder into me in the new position and it felt like he was even deeper than before. I reached up to hold my ankles higher, and he let his hands fill with the dirt and the grass below me.
His groans were louder now, and I knew he was close. I let myself disappear into the pleasure, wild with abandon and letting the rest of the world fade away so there was only us, our bodies, our carnal desire. His cock plunged into me again and again, and I cried out as the climax consumed me once more, my body writhing under his grip and my eyes shut tightly against the night. The wave crashed over me, and I opened my eyes to see the light of the stars as the universe exploded in my core. I felt it roll through me from the curling tips of my toes to every strand of hair, and my mouth locked open but no sound came.
“Oh, Clayton,” I whispered hoarsely, and the sound of his name uttered from my lips seemed to flip something in him.
His grip suddenly found my hips and he began to slam into me with a wild animalistic fury. The climax only got stronger, and I was delirious with pleasure when his voice cried out like a wolf at a bright full moon. I reached up to wrap one hand around his neck as he slammed into me hard and his body locked still.
He exploded into me, his release filling me in powerful spurts that kept my orgasm shaking me until his was done. His body shook as he emptied into my waiting, wet pussy, and when he crumpled into me, sweating, spent, and exhausted, I curled my arms around him and kissed the beads of sweat from his brow.
Clayton rolled over beside me and I curled into his arm, taking in the scent of him, of myself, of us, mixing with the night air and the fresh creek not too far away. My heart slowed to match his as we lay there naked, spent, and smiling.
Chapter 35
Clayton
I didn’t even realize we had fallen asleep out in the field until I woke up and felt the cool morning air on my skin. Dew had settled over us and the sweet smell of the first moments of su
nlight touching the ground surrounded us. It was the most perfect morning I could ever imagine. If ever I had tried to dream up the most beautiful, most incredible start of a day possible, this would be it.
Stretched out in a field on the ranch I loved, wrapped around a woman I couldn’t get enough of, I was content and happy. If I had my way, I would just stay like that. Just exactly the way I felt the first time I woke up beside Gia, I didn’t want to have to move. This could be how I spent the rest of my day and I would be perfectly happy.
Unfortunately, that would not be the way that my brothers would see it. The sun was just starting to come up over the horizon, which meant they were already getting their day started. And it definitely wasn’t like this. They were going to be saddling up their horses and riding out onto the land pretty soon. The last thing I wanted was for them to stumble on Gia and me like that. At some point during the night, we had managed to pull up a corner of the blanket to cover us, but it wasn’t enough to leave much to the imagination.
As it was, we had already been caught.
“We have a visitor,” I whispered to Gia as she shifted and started to wake up in my arms.
“What?” she asked, sounding almost panicked. She pressed herself against me and hid her face in my chest. “Who is it?”
I laughed and jostled her slightly so she would look at me. Pointing, I introduced her to the first of our herd she’d ever seen. “Seems like somebody was impatient for breakfast this morning.”
The cow grazed lazily only a couple of feet away from us. She chewed and swished her tail back and forth like she barely even noticed we were there. As if she could suddenly sense we were watching her, she stopped and turned her big brown eyes toward us.
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