Eliza grabbed my hand as we watched the lightning out the window. “I hate storms,” she whispered. She grew up here and if she was this freaked out about a storm, it had to be bad. I squeezed her hand, thinking about Clint. If I had any doubt before that I had feelings for him, they were erased now. I wanted nothing more than to see him walk in that door. I let my head fall back on the back of the couch. Please let him be ok.
We heard some banging by the outside door leading into the kitchen and sat up. Was it them or just the wind? The door flew open and in walked Wyatt and Clint, both soaked to the bone. Eliza jumped off of the couch and ran to them, hugging first Wyatt and then Clint. Mary and I followed behind her and I stood there awkwardly as I watched her hug her sons. I almost felt like I was intruding on the family moment.
“Man is it bad out there!” Wyatt exclaimed, kicking off his boots.
Clint shook off his hat and nodded. “Yeah, it’s nasty, but everything seems ok. Hopefully it will stay that way.”
“Well you boys go get into some dry clothes and come back here. I need one of you to hook up the generator so I can cook you some food and get you some hot coffee in you,” Mary said, shooing them off to their rooms. “Bring your clothes back with you so I can get them washed!” She called after them.
She started banging around her in kitchen, finding some candles and getting them lit so we had more light. I looked at the clock and was surprised to see it was already five AM. I didn’t realize we’d sat so long waiting for them.
Eliza was lighting candles around the family room and it was amazing how her mood had changed now that her brothers were back. She no longer jumped at every little sound and seemed back to her carefree self. Something must have happened once during a storm to spook her like that.
“Is there anything I can do to help?” I asked, watching the two women.
Mary came over and handed me a flashlight. “In the hallway, there’s a closet. It’s the middle door on the right. I think I have more candles in there. Could you get them please?”
I nodded and headed down the hallway. Wyatt passed me on the way, dressed in dry jeans and a t-shirt. His wet hair was combed back and it was easy to see why he was so popular with the ladies when he smiled at me. “First big storm, Rachel?” he asked.
I nodded. “Yeah, we don’t get storms like this back in New York, at least not in the city.”
“I bet.” He looked down at the wet clothes he was holding. “Well, I better get these to Ma, although I don’t know what she’s going to do with them when we don’t have any power.” He laughed and continued down the hall.
I found the closet Mary had been talking about and opened the door, looking for the candles she asked for. I grabbed them and put them in my arms, dropping a few in surprise when I heard a soft knock on the door. “Excuse me,” Clint said from the other side of the door; the hallway was blocked when I’d opened the door.
I closed the door and my breath was knocked out of me when I saw him standing there; he was wearing a fresh pair of jeans, a tight white t-shirt and no socks. His hair was wet and combed back. “Hey,” he greeted me with a soft smile before bending down to pick up the candles I’d dropped.
“Hey,” I managed to stammer, watching him as he stood up and handed me the candles.
“A little edgy?” he asked, closing the closet door for me.
“I little,” I confessed. “I’m not used to storms like this.” I winced as another loud crash of thunder shook the house. “And I was worried about you guys out there in this mess.”
“Worried about us?” he asked with a laugh. “This is nothing. Wait until winter. Now those are storms. Sometimes we get so much so we can’t leave here for days.”
“Really?” Even though the thought of being stranded didn’t sound so great, the fact that he was thinking about me still being around in the winter gave me a little thrill.
“Yep, just you wait.” He grinned and my stomach did a flip flop.
“Clint! Get your ass in here!” Wyatt called from the other room.
“We better get back in there. Wyatt probably can’t figure out the generator,” he said with a roll of his eyes.
We walked back to the kitchen in silence, my mind wandering to all the things Clint and I could do if we were stuck in this house for a few days. My body suddenly felt warm and my clothes too tight. I hadn’t been this attracted to another man probably ever. My thoughts were constantly filled with the naughty things I wanted him to do to me.
We arrived back in the kitchen and I set the candles on the table by Mary. “Thanks, dear,” she smiled at me.
“Come help me with the generator,” Wyatt called out from the utility room.
Clint looked at me pointedly. “Told you so,” he said before walking out to join him.
I giggled and watched him walk out. Mary came over to me and put her hand on mine. “You’re relieved he’s ok, aren’t you?”
I was speechless, not sure how to respond. Guess I wasn’t very good at hiding my emotions. “I’m glad they both are,” I stammered, trying to cover my emotions. “I can’t imagine what it’s like out there.”
“Right,” she grinned at me. “It’s ok, Rachel. I’ve seen the way you look at him and the way he looks at you.”
I laughed nervously and shrugged. “I better not play poker, huh? I’m not good at bluffing.”
“It makes me smile the way you two look at each other. It reminds me of the way their father and I were when we met,” she said wistfully. “My friends all laughed when I said I was going to marry him, but I did.”
I panicked at the word ‘marriage’. No one had even hinted at that. Yeah I liked him, but I was a long way from thinking about getting married to him or anyone really, not after what I’d just been through.
“Don’t worry, dear,” she patted my arm. “No one’s expecting you to get married, at least not yet.” She laughed and walked away, leaving my mouth hanging slightly open. I was going to learn not to be so obvious about my emotions.
Clint came walking back into the kitchen carrying a bunch of cords. “Ok Ma, what do you want plugged in?”
I watched as she gave directions to her sons on what she needed them to get turned back on. It wasn’t long before the kitchen was humming again. She was making us a big breakfast, but before she started she brewed a big pot of coffee. I’d asked her if she needed any help but she shooed me away.
We all sat at the table as the storm blew all around us. We were laughing and teasing each other and for the first time maybe ever, I felt like I was part of a real family. Clint sat next to me, so close his thigh was lightly touching mine. It was hard not to be distracted by him and when we were done eating I jumped up to help Mary with the dishes.
“Here’s some more plates,” Clint said as he set them on the counter next to me by the sink. He stepped closer to me and leaned down, his lips almost touching my ear. “Wyatt and I have to go back out but when I get back, I want to be alone with you. Tell them you’re tired and need a nap and I’ll join you as soon as I can.”
I licked my lips and nodded as my eyes darted around nervously at everyone else, hoping they didn’t hear. Sure, they knew about us, but they didn’t need to hear it too.
“Good girl,” he said with a wink and walked away. I gripped the edge of the counter for support as my legs turned to jelly. Oh my God, when he said that to me it was the hottest thing ever.
The storm had lightened a bit and the news on the radio had said there would be little break, so Wyatt and Clint hopped in the truck to do a quick check. We finished cleaning up from breakfast and when we were done, I yawned. It wouldn’t be too far from the truth to tell them I needed a nap.
“Tired?” Mary asked, noticing my yawn.
I nodded. “Yeah, I’m going to go take a nap before the storm picks up again and I can’t sleep.”
“Sounds like a good idea. I may do that myself here on the couch.” She grabbed her coffee and began to walk to the family ro
om.
Eliza stretched and yawned too. “I’m going to try too. Yell if you need me.” She padded off to her bedroom.
“Have a good nap, dear,” Mary called from the couch.
“You too,” I said from the end of the hallway as I walked down to my room. Once inside, I walked over to the window. It had stopped raining and the sky didn’t seem so dark, but the wind still looked terrible.
I turned around and looked at my bed. It definitely looked inviting. I slipped my shorts and t-shirt off so I was just wearing my thong and tank top. I snuggled under the thick quilt, my body tingling at what Clint was going to do to it when he got inside.
My hand trailed between my thighs and I lightly fingered my clit with my index finger. I closed my eyes and thought about the way Clint’s tongue felt on me last night. It wasn’t long before my wetness had seeped through the thin fabric of my thong. My other hand moved up to cup my breast, squeezing it and teasing my nipple between my thumb and forefinger.
“Rachel, starting without me?”
My eyes flew open and there stood Clint at the end of my bed. I’d been so lost in my memories I didn’t even notice him sneak in. I opened my mouth to speak but he held up a hand. “Don’t stop. Come for me, babe.”
Of course I’d masturbated hundreds of times, but I hadn’t ever done it with an audience. This was definitely something new, but when I saw the pained look of desire on his face, I was all for it. I intended to give him one hell of a show.
14
Clint
It hadn’t taken us long to check around the ranch and make sure everything was fine. The wind had still been howling around us but there was no rain and I was anxious to get back to Rachel.
And I was glad I’d gotten back when I did; Ma had told me that Rachel had gone to her room to take a nap. When she didn’t answer as I knocked softly, I decided to sneak in.
What I found when I walked in made me instantly hard. Her eyes were closed and she was writhing under her covers. She kicked them free and I gasped when I noticed her hand between her legs fingering herself while her other hand was playing with her tight nipple.
I licked my lips and watched her for a while before letting her know I was in the room. Fuckin’ A. My cock was going to burst out of my jeans.
My presence startled her and she started to stop but I urged her to continue. I wanted to watch her make herself come. I pulled the stool that was the footrest for the chair in the corner to the end of the bed so I could watch her. I slipped my t-shirt over my head and threw it to the corner of the room.
“Take off your thong.” My voice was quiet but commanding. She hooked her thumbs in the strip of cloth and pulled them from her hips. She grinned at me and threw the thong at me. I smiled and let it hit me in the face, briefly getting a whiff of her arousal.
“Spread your legs for me. I want to see that wet pussy.”
Her blue eyes widened and a thrill went through me; it was a turn on to know she was doing what I told her to do. She widened her legs and a whimper escaped my lips; even in the dimly lit room I could see she was already soaking wet.
“Finger yourself, babe. I want to see your fingers buried deep in that tight pussy.” I ran my hand through my hair, trying to control the desire coursing through my veins. I really wanted to dive onto the bed between her legs and lick and suck her until she was screaming. Soon enough…
She plunged two fingers deep inside her sex, the sound of her wet flesh filling the room. “Yeah, like that, fuck your pussy, Rachel. Imagine it’s my cock there.”
She moaned and closed her eyes, her back bowing off the bed. Her fingers moved faster while her other hand took her nipple between her thumb and forefinger and twisted it.
“That’s it, don’t hold back. Come all over your hand. Then I’m going to lick it up.”
Her body tensed and she cried out. She began to tremble and thrash on the bed as her orgasm tore through her. I began to rub my shaft through my jeans as I watched her ride out her release on her fingers. I’d been with a few women that were so quiet during sex you could barely tell if they were coming; that wasn’t the case with Rachel. I loved the noises she made when she came; there was nothing sexier.
She sighed and opened her eyes with a smile. “Wow,” she mumbled. She started to bring her fingers from her wet pussy. “Stop.” I held up a hand.
She looked at me confused and I got up off of the stool. My fingers encircled her wrist and I pulled her fingers from her. I brought them up to my mouth and licked them clean slowly, my eyes on hers. She tasted so sweet, like honey right from the honeycomb. I took the two fingers into my mouth and sucked them gently. She watched speechless, her nipples tight and her chest heaving with her shallow breathe.
“You taste amazing,” I whispered when I finally took her fingers out of her mouth.
She made a strangled sound deep in her throat and I couldn’t help but laugh. I stood up from the bed and began to undo my jeans. “Turn over onto your stomach,” I commanded, pushing my pants and boxer briefs down quickly and stepping out of them.
She rolled over and my eyes moved down her back and over the perfect curve of her ass. I ran my hand over her bare flesh and leaned down to kiss one soft globe before covering her body with mine. “You have an amazing ass, Rachel,” I whispered in her ear before taking her earlobe between my teeth and tugging gently. She shuddered beneath me and I pressed my erection into the soft crack of her ass.
“I’m going to fuck you now, Rachel,” I mumbled. “Are you on the pill?”
She nodded.
“Good. I’m clean. Are you?” She nodded again.
“I can’t wait to really feel you around my cock.” I muttered before thrusting deep inside her with one swift movement. She cried out and I buried my head in her hair so I could pull her face around for a kiss, swallowing the sound coming from her. Our tongues danced together and my other hand slid between her and the bed to cup her breast.
I finally tore my mouth from hers, my breath ragged. “You feel even better than I imagined you would. So hot and tight.” I rested my forehead on her neck; I wasn’t going to be able to hold back much longer.
I got up on my knees and put my hands on her hips to pull her up against me. She reached out and clutched the bed sheets. She turned her head around to look at me. “Fuck me, Clint,” she whispered, her voice hoarse with passion.
I growled and dug my fingers into her hips. I started to move in and out of her; I was slow at first, but she pushed back at me to meet every thrust. My movements quickened as my balls began to tingle, but I wasn’t going to come until she did. I wanted to feel her twitch and pulse around me with no barriers. One hand snaked around her and began to finger her swollen nub. She moaned and nodded. I flicked her with my fingertip while I continued to ram her hard.
I don’t know if it was the adrenaline from the storm or what, but I was overcome with some primal animal need to completely possess her. I wanted to mark her as mine and remind her with every movement that she belonged to me.
“Clint,” she muttered. “I’m going to come.”
I moved faster, my strokes long and hard. “Yes, babe. Come all over my cock.”
She pulled the bed sheets up, her fists tight and screamed into her pillow. Her sex flooded my cock with its juices as her walls spasmed around me with each ripple of pleasure. I removed my hand from between her legs and gripped her hips again. I rammed hard a few times and smacked her ass as I emptied deep inside her with a loud moan.
I rubbed her ass, feeling the heat of where I had spanked her. I hoped that didn’t freak her out; I wasn’t into that S&M stuff that seemed so popular since those stupid books came out, but I did enjoy a good spanking now and again.
We collapsed together on the bed, me still inside her. We rolled slightly so we were on our sides. “That was fucking amazing,” she whispered, brushing her hair from her face.
I kissed her shoulder. “Yeah it was. You are so fucking sexy, you know that?”
I asked her, running my fingertips down her arm.
She shook her head. “Nah, you make me feel sexy.”
I smiled and nuzzled her neck. Despite what she said, she was sexy. I loved her city girl naiveté about life on the ranch. When she smiled at me, everything else faded away. She made me want to show her all over our ranch and all over Wyoming. I loved the way she rolled her eyes at Wyatt when he flirted with her; at first maybe he was actually trying, now I think he just likes to get a reaction out of her. Ma and Eliza both liked her and that was a huge plus. If she would just open up and share with me her past, she would be perfect. I’d get it out of her eventually.
“Do you think they heard us?” she whispered, snuggling back into me.
“Probably,” I laughed. “These walls aren’t the thickest, but who knows, maybe the loud winds covered for us.”
She shuddered. “I just hope Wyatt or Eliza don’t say anything, especially in front of your mom.”
“I wouldn’t put it past them, Wyatt in particular. That’s the way we are though. We give each other hell all the time, but we have each other’s backs when it really matters.”
“I bet.” She turned her face a little to look back at me. “You have an amazing family, you know.”
I nodded. “I know. I’m lucky and I probably don’t appreciate them nearly as much as I should.” I kissed her neck. “Let’s get some sleep before I have to run back outside.”
I held her even tighter against me and closed my eyes, breathing in her smell as I began to drift off to sleep. Before I finally drifted off, I had one last thought that maybe one day Rachel would consider us to be her family too.
I woke up from my nap to find myself alone when I reached for Rachel. I sat up in bed and heard the shower running. I was about to get up and join her when I heard the water turn off. Bummer.
She soon opened the door wearing some yoga pants and a pink t-shirt. Her hair was wet and hung around her face. Even with no makeup on, she was such a natural beauty. My heart swelled; I had to tell her how I felt about her.
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