Sapphire Falls: Going Hearts Over Heels (Kindle Worlds Novella) (My Country Heart Book 3)

by Rachelle Ayala

  He could sniff out her arousal and he licked his lips as he pushed her bra out of the way and dragged her panties down. He wanted to go down on her and give her pleasure, but his cock was so swollen and his balls about ready to explode, that he couldn’t trust himself to take off his clothes.

  She did it for him, pushing him back when he tried to go down on her. Taking charge, she unbuttoned his shirt, her wicked hazel eyes brown with mischief.

  “Tonight is about you, Marsh.”

  He opened his mouth to counter, but she put her hand over it, and he kissed her palm instead.

  “Maybe I’m selfish,” she said as she tugged off his shirt. “But I’d like to think you’d remember me. That I’d stand out as one in a million. Someone who changed your life.”

  She dotted kisses over his chest and rubbed her face against the springy soft hair while her hands dipped lower to unbuckle his belt.

  He was about to argue and tell her she didn’t have to put out for him, that he would never forget her, because she’d be at his side, but when she unzipped his jeans and freed his heavily loaded cock, the words scrambled in his brain and all he could do was gasp.

  “It’s so big. So huge.” She stared at it greedily as her hands rubbed and stretched the skin down from the tip.

  “Oh ….” He moaned loudly, trying desperately not to shoot his load as pleasure coursed up and down his entire body, setting him on fire. He didn’t know if he could get any harder without exploding, but he wanted to be inside of her hot wetness, wrapped around her velvety folds.

  And then, she lowered her mouth over the head of his cock, licking the tip. He knocked his head back, hitting it against the side of the truck bed, but the pleasure of her mouth overwhelmed the pain and he lost all control.

  She encircled his cock with her lips and lowered her head until he slammed into her throat, unable to go further.

  He pulled back, but she plunged down again, while holding onto the base of his cock with a firm grip. Her tongue drove him mad and she bobbed up and down, feasting on his meat, until he was cross-eyed from holding back.

  “Ginger!” He keened as he crossed the point of no return.

  She lifted her eyes and their gazes locked at the moment of detonation. His hips jerked and his balls tightened, as fireworks of pure pleasure exploded and rushed straight to his brain in the most intense climax he’d ever experienced.

  And he wanted to be inside her when it happened.

  As if she had a sixth sense, she slid over him, dragging her belly over his still sensitive cock. Her nipples were hard against his chest and she licked and sucked his neck, making him hard all over again.

  Moving her hand down, she stroked him back to full strength, and before he could say he had condoms, she fumbled around in her discarded clothes and dangled a packet in front of him.

  “Do you want this, Marsh?” she asked, waiting for his consent.

  “Yes, yes, I want you.”

  Smiling crookedly as she tore the wrapper with her teeth, she nodded and expertly slipped the tight condom over his fully engorged cock.

  Marsh could only watch in amazement as a living, breathing goddess with flaming red hair lowered her bright shining body over his erection.

  Her breasts heaved as she took all of him in. Staring at him, she said, “This comes from my heart.”

  He held onto her hips, keeping her still, as a frightening emotion burst in his heart. “This comes with my heart.”

  And then, they both started to move. She rode him, moaning and keening, and he sucked on her breasts, playing with them. Her body pulsed and bucked and her insides trembled around his counter thrusts.

  He’d never been taken so hard and fast by a woman so wild, and when he felt her coming, he slipped his hand, palm up between them and tickled her clit.

  “Marsh! Oh my—” she screamed and shattered around him, almost bringing him with her.

  He threw her off before he could explode and turned her around onto her hands and knees. Grabbing her by the hips, he brought her sweet pussy up to his groin and slammed his cock home, the way a bull took a heifer.

  She moaned loudly with each stroke as he hit a primeval spot, one designed to bring her the most animalistic pleasure.

  Over and over, he hit that spot high up in her love canal, and she moaned louder and faster, as he pumped harder and harder. Her cries of pleasure urged him to thrust faster and harder, as they both climbed into the stratosphere, higher and higher, gasping for breath.

  He got down on his hands and moved over her back. Biting the back of her neck, he grabbed one of her breasts and pinched her nipple as he worked his cock deeper. With one last slam, she shuddered and groaned, gasping as she milked his cock of every last drop.

  He collapsed on her, removing his cock and tying off the rubber. Then he wrapped the heavy duty sleeping bag around their heated bodies, and caressed her sensitive skin as she writhed and rolled, still rubbing herself against him.

  He arranged the hot water bottles so she’d have one at her side and he’d have one behind him. Settling down, he spooned her, his front to her back, and their legs tangled up. Kissing the back of her neck, he silently breathed the three words to himself, testing them out, but his heart raced and sweat poured over him, and he didn’t want to disturb Ginger, whose steady breathing filled the tiny tent with the sounds of comfort and home.

  * * *

  Ginger breathed steadily, but she could feel Marsh tensing up behind her. Whatever turmoil was going on in his mind, he would have to come to his own conclusions without her input. Last night, he’d shied away from sleeping with her, possibly feeling it was more than he could handle.

  She’d known there was no intruder when she didn’t hear him call out or confront anyone. He’d been spooked by her offering herself to him.

  Which in itself was very unusual. Most guys she’d been with had only wanted to take pleasure, and they’d either not kept their end of the deal, or they gave begrudgingly, wanting to hurry her along.

  After they got their rocks off, they couldn’t leave fast enough. It was what sociologists called the hook up culture. No ties, no commitments, pure sex and keeping everything casual.

  Except she had trouble keeping her heart safe. She’d always been too bold, too out there, too willing to give, and then too easily hurt. When she was younger, she’d felt that she had to give sex because all the other girls did, and it was the only way to get male attention.

  She’d believed the romance books where the billionaire hero who slept with legions of gorgeous women would one day meet an ordinary girl and fall in love with her after a one night stand. So, she’d given and given, hoping that someone would realize that she was worthy of being the only one for him—that he’d give up his playboy lifestyle and bestow himself only to her.

  Only that had never happened. The most she got, if she was lucky, was coffee the next morning. Most disappeared right after the act, making some awkward excuse about work or having to wake up early and not disturbing her.

  So, she’d grown wiser and guarded her heart better. No expectations meant no disappointments. Whether Marsh meant it or not about his heart being in it, she’d learned that a man would say anything at the heat of the moment, and forget everything once he got what he needed.

  Closing her eyes, she let it go. She got what she came for, a complete country loving experience, from hayloft to truck bed, with diner food and comfort food thrown in, and a delicious hot man who’d treated her with more care and attention than anyone ever had.

  She could get used to him, but she’d take what she could, and not cry for what she couldn’t have.

  But as she fell asleep, her heart rebelled and she let her wishes lull her into the sweet realm of dreams. She was, after all, still wrapped in the arms of the man she could so easily love.

  Chapter Fifteen

  “So, what’s the plan for today?” Ginger asked Marsh over breakfast the next morning.

  It had been to
o cold to spend the entire night in the pickup truck, so after a cozy nap, they’d come back to his apartment in the barn and spent the rest of the night in his comfy bed, burning through his box of condoms.

  “I have to check on the cows. Two of them are about ready to calve, and one of the pipes burst at my parents’ house.”

  “But, it’s Saturday,” Ginger said, then realized how work was never done on a farm. “Sorry. I guess cows don’t calve on schedule. Is there some way I can help?”

  “You’re not used to being around cows, and I’m not sure you know how to use a pipe wrench.”

  Was this his way of telling her to get lost?

  Ginger swallowed a dry piece of toast and nodded. “I had a great time. You’ve been a wonderful host.”

  “Yeah, well, I had a great time, too.” He tipped his head back and emptied his orange juice. “Will you be around this evening for the bachelor’s auction? They’re having it at the Come Again.”

  Yep. He was definitely giving her the signals that their gig was over. It was her fault for wanting more—temporary insanity. After all, the agreement was for two days and two nights, and he more than delivered.

  “I might swing by, but it depends on what my sisters want to do.”

  “Well, I’ll look for you.” He got up from his chair and gave her a kiss on the cheek. “I hate to eat and run, but the water’s turned off at the house.”

  “I know. It’s fine.” She glanced at his cell phone which received another text message. “They’re waiting for you.”

  “Should I drive you home?”

  She hated this awkwardness, and was surprised it would come down so hard between her and Marsh. Just a half-hour ago, they were soaping each other in the shower.

  “No, it’s okay. I’ll call Honey. You get to your pipes.” She flashed him a no-worries smile.

  “Sure.” He looked distracted as he read his message, then tucked his phone into the holder.

  “I’ll just grab my stuff and be out of your way,” Ginger said. “I’ll text you my friend’s name and phone number. You have my key and directions. Everything should be set. Oh, and I’ll look up a list of places you should see while you’re there. My favorite restaurants and you definitely need to catch a Broadway show.”

  Why was she babbling?

  He was halfway out the door before he came back to her and took her in his arms. “Hey. I won’t ever forget you.”

  “I won’t forget you, either.” She let herself rest briefly in his embrace before pushing off. “Let me know if you need anything. If you get lost or need any advice.”

  “I will.” He kissed her and went back to the door. “I’ll see you around.”

  * * *

  “That’s it? I’ll see you around?” Honey’s voice rose with disbelief as she drove Ginger back to her house.

  “Hey, it’s nothing. I knew it had an expiration date,” Ginger said, looking out the window at the bleak landscape. The sky was gray and the trees were bare. What had looked charming when she’d first landed, now seemed dreary. The snow had turned to dirty slush on the roads and mud was everywhere, even under her fingernails.

  “So, what are we going to do with you the rest of the time after Marsh leaves?” Honey made a turn onto her street past huge piles of snow left behind by the plow.

  “Meet another man so I have something to compare against.” She pressed her forehead against the window and watched it fog from her breath. “Marsh asked if I was going to the bachelor’s auction.”

  “Why would he care?”

  “He doesn’t.” Ginger couldn’t help sighing. “It’ll make him feel better to know I’m not hung up on him, which I’m not.”

  “You seem down.” Honey observed as she pulled at an angle onto her icy driveway. “Remember you told me this was going to be a big experiment?”

  “Yeah, I did.” Ginger couldn’t help the tears threatening in her eyes, but she kept her chin up. No way was she going to let Honey know what a loser she was, falling for the first country boy with the badass grin—not to mention the five-star treatment he gave to her, from planning their dates to taking care of her every whim, in and out of bed.

  They got out of the car and went into the house. Candi and Troy were at the dining room table along with the other members of the Community Center Decoration Committee.

  Unfinished signs and banners lay on the table, where glitter and confetti were being sprinkled and glued onto them.

  “You’re back from your date.” Candi stood and greeted her. “How’d it go?”

  An assortment of familiar and unfamiliar faces, including two of Marsh’s sisters, Hope Bennett, the mayor’s wife, and Peyton Wells, Hope’s younger half-sister, were among the volunteers working on the decorations for the dance.

  Ginger flashed everyone a smile and yawned. “I’m pretty worn out, and I’d love to chat, but I think I’m still jet lagged and need some rest before the auction tonight.”

  Everyone around the table exchanged glances, with Marsh’s sisters, Millie and Megan, shrugging when faces turned their way.

  That didn’t go well at all. Ginger yawned again and headed to the guest room. Let them think what they want. She used their brother the same way he used her.

  She’d had the best country boy experience so far, and he’d gotten an apartment and friends to take him out on the city.

  As soon as she shut the door to her room, she collapsed on the bed and let out a long sob. The truth was, she didn’t want to go to the bachelor’s auction, because the only bachelor she wanted was the one who wouldn’t be in town for Valentine’s Day.

  Stupid. Stupid. Ginger. So stupid.

  “Hey.” Candi knocked on the door and opened it a crack. “Can I come in?”

  Ginger hurriedly rolled herself under the blanket to try and pretend she was asleep, but to no avail.

  Her older sister slid in and shut the door behind her. “What’s going on? You’re crying.”

  “I’m just emotional, is all.” Ginger wiped her eyes. “I’ve never met a man as wonderful as Marsh Wolff, but it’s the same old story. Always. They’ll date me one or two nights, and then they move on.”

  “How do you know that?” Candi sat down on the bed and leaned toward her. “Did he tell you to go?”

  “Yes. He pretty much was business as usual this morning. He has to work on the farm and later on, he wants me to go to the bachelor’s auction where I can bid for my Valentine’s Dance date. He’s going to New York to party and that’s that.”

  “Why don’t you go with him?” Candi asked. “I can let Kate Spencer know you don’t want to auction the tickets anymore.”

  “He didn’t ask me to go with him. I gave him my apartment keys and my guy friends to contact, and he seemed happy with it. He never said this would last longer than two nights.”

  “Right, and you never hinted that you wanted more?”

  “I might have, but it went right over his head.” Ginger sniffed. “I’m not going to chase a guy. It’s self-defeating.”

  “Tell me about it.” Candi folded her legs onto the bed and got comfortable. “I was just like you until I got advice from Dr. T, who turned out to be Troy, but at the time, I didn’t know. He basically said guys don’t want women who are too available. The more interested you are, the less interested you should appear. You already blew it when you spent the night with him, but it’s okay. Now that you’ve let him go, you have a chance to start over again by being aloof.”

  “But, isn’t that playing games?” Ginger grabbed a tissue from a box next to the bed and wiped her eyes. “I didn’t expect to fall for him, but I can’t stop thinking about him. He treated me better than anyone ever has. We even talked about me coming back in the summer for your wedding.”

  “Then he’s interested.” Candi patted Ginger’s hand. “Look at it from his point of view. He’s been wanting to go to New York City forever. He’s going to stay at your place, and that’ll give you two an excuse to keep in touch,
and then, later this summer, you’ll be back again.”

  “True, but I’m impatient. I want everything in a New York minute.” Ginger tossed the tissue and slumped back onto a pillow. “I had the two most glorious nights of my life, and I’m so greedy, I want more. I don’t want him to leave tomorrow, even if he’s going to my apartment, and I can’t wait until summer just to go on a third date.”

  “Unfortunately, Dr. T says you have to let the man make the first move. It never works for us women to push.” Candi sounded like an old-fashioned granny with her “hard to get” advice. “Believe me, it works. A lot of the women in town used this advice, either accidentally or on purpose. They made themselves unavailable. Honey’s been researching everyone’s love stories and that’s a common theme.”

  “How did they do it when the town’s so small and they’re always running into each other?” Ginger propped her head on her elbow, suddenly curious. Maybe the way to get into a farmer boy’s heart was to let him do the planting and cultivating.

  “Well, there’s Phoebe Spencer. She was unavailable because she was pining after another man. Lauren Bennett was unavailable because she wanted Travis Bennett to convince her to leave Sapphire Falls. Oh, this next one’s a good one. Delaney Bennett was living at Tucker’s house with her four nephews and she was unavailable because she was determined to move out and raise them on her own. And of course, our former mayor, Hayley Bennett, was highly unavailable because she wanted to pretend that she wasn’t involved at all with her longtime boyfriend, Ty Bennett. So she ignored him whenever he was home in Sapphire Falls and only slept with him out of town.”

  “Incredible, and they all have rings on their fingers?”

  “Exactly.” Candi beamed as if she were a genius. “It’s how I caught Troy. He was giving me instructions as Dr. T, not knowing I was taking his own advice and being unavailable for him.”

  Ginger knocked her head back and laughed. “I remember you guys telling me.”