She shouldn’t have been able to come again, but she did, the hot hard invasion of his cock into her stretching her, the rubber surrogate embedded in her anus feeling fuller and larger with his penetration and pounding.
Chase pumped into her and she gave him all she could, tilting her pelvis to better cradle him. He took her mouth, daring her to sample her own essence on his lips. Maddy devoured it, each new flavor and sensation rocking her to her soul.
Her body shivered in the aftermath of orgasm. Chase slowed his pace, and she understood he hadn’t yet come.
“Roll over now, baby. Let me take you now.”
He had to help her to turn over, she had little strength left. He must have known, for he placed two pillows under her to help hold her up.
“Tell me, Maddy. Tell me you want this.”
“Yes.” She wanted him every way she could have him. But she would do more than acquiesce. She would demand.
“Fuck my ass, Chase. Fuck me.”
“Maddy.”
He pulled the plug out, and the sliding sensation peaked her nipples again. And then she felt him, the latex covered girth of him pressing against her tiny rosebud.
The skin of her anal opening stretched and burned and still she wanted more. She moved her ass, pushed back, wiggled subtly from side to side, and was rewarded with the sound of his hiss, the fierce grip of his hands on her hips, and the slow, steady impalement of her ass with his penis.
“Oh, God, Maddy. So good. So good. Does it hurt, baby?”
“Yeah.” She couldn’t deny the burning, the stretching. “Hurts damn good.” Chase had said a slight bit of pain made the best aphrodisiac in the world, and now she knew he’d spoken the truth.
“I’m going to move. I’ll try to take it slowly.”
Out and in, back and forth, Maddy moaned as her arousal began a slow steady climb for the third time. She was his, completely and totally his, and could deny him nothing. Nothing in life could be better than this, except having Lucas with them, Lucas in her so that the three of them could truly become one flesh.
“Oh, Maddy. Damn, woman you’re so hot and tight around my cock.”
She felt his trembling, his control. He was being careful of her, gentle, and she loved that. She loved him. Loving him, she wanted to surrender completely. She wanted to give him everything, allow him every freedom, nothing held back.
“Take me. Hard, fast. I want your pleasure. Give it to me. Give me everything.”
“Yes.”
His hips began to slam against her. He reached one hand down and around, easily finding her clit. He stroked with his fingers while he plundered with his cock, and Maddy rejoiced in the total shedding of civilization, in the glide and slide and clutch and squeeze of her inner beast. He covered her, his arms no longer supporting him, so he lay against her. She bore his weight, bore his possession, and felt his hot heaving breath against her neck. Images of the stallion and mare flashed through her mind, and the sound that came from her traveled from the depths of her soul, from the part of her that held the feral creature of nature.
Chase set his teeth on the curve of her shoulder, his bite just as primitive, his cry of triumph a guttural sound, a fanfare announcing his conquest and his ejaculation.
Maddy reveled in his pleasure, in her own orgasm joining his, as she gave herself over to the miracle of being a woman, and belonging to him.
Chapter Fifteen
“Your woman will think you spent a fortune on her. Unless she takes this baby to get it appraised, she’ll never know it’s a knock-off. Why, I predict she’ll lavish extreme sexual favors all over your person once you give her this.”
This was a ring, cubic zirconium set in cheap gold that Kevin was about to spend one hundred and twenty of the five thousand dollars his dear Aunt Verna had given him for this purpose. He frankly didn’t give a flying fuck if Maddy thought it a genuine stone or not, as long as it fooled Aunt Verna. And since the old broad’s eyes weren’t that good these days, he considered the balance of four thousand eight hundred and eighty dollars his for the keeping.
He didn’t need a ring to get extreme sexual favors from Maddy, anyway. He only needed a good piece of leather and a strong arm.
It had occurred to him as he’d endured the ritual of dinner last night with his Aunt that he really hated the bitch. He’d been fuming over her latest lecture on frugality—the price for receiving an extra stipend from his own damn money so he could ‘do right by that fine young woman’, when he’d had a brainstorm. Since he considered Maddy so much like Verna, why not take his anger with his aunt out on her?
That idea had damn near made him come in his pants. Kevin smiled now, and he didn’t care if the hawker misread his smile, or not.
“I need a fancy box, too,” Kevin told the man as he counted out the cash for the ring.
“For twenty extra, I can give you a ring box from Destiny.” The seller seemed to have all the bases covered.
“Well worth it.” Kevin wrapped up the transaction quickly, and then headed back to his truck. He’d driven all the way to Colorado Springs because no way in hell he’d go to Parkinson’s Jewelry store in Marshville. Then he’d have to spend the five Gs Verna had handed him, because she’d know if he didn’t. A sudden thought made him frown. His aunt might give him grief about going to the big city to buy the ring instead of shopping locally. Then he laughed. He’d tell her that a college friend, just out of the service and back from overseas, had hired on to Destiny and he’d wanted to give the guy’s business a boost.
Aunt Verna could be so clueless, it was pathetic. She’d likely fall for that pap and he might even score a few points in the bargain. Kevin pulled out of the parking lot and headed toward the interstate. Today was Friday. In just a couple more days, his future would be assured. All he had to do was avoid speaking with Barnes until then.
He’d kept his cell phone turned off when the sound of its ringing, and the call-display showing a New York area code had gotten on his nerves. For long stretches at a time, he could put Rick Barnes completely out of his thoughts. But then his obligation would come right back and bite him in the ass.
If he doubted for even a minute that he’d be successful in getting Maddy to buckle under and sign over her land, he’d be scared shitless. He’d gone over his plan with a fine tooth comb. No way would it fail.
Maddy was a woman alone, with not so much as a distant relative she could count on for help. Not only that, but the woman hadn’t exactly gone out of her way over the last few years to make friends. He doubted even two people in the entire county would take her part in any confrontation against him. Plus, old man Dalton had really been a miserable, mean son-of-a-bitch most of his life. He’d attended the old bastard’s funeral, of course. Listening to gossip as he always did—how else did a man keep abreast of things?—he knew most of the people who’d come to that send-off had done so out of curiosity. Damn near everyone said what a blessing the bastard had finally died.
Maddy’s age put her over-the-hill with absolutely no prospects, except him. The clincher—he knew the idea of being arrested, going to jail, would terrify the living hell out of her. Shit, that prospect sure terrified him. And she was just a woman, so her terror would that much bigger. He could take that picture to the sheriff—no, to the state police—and it would be his word against hers. He was a pillar of the community and she was—well, she was just a woman.
Kevin patted his inside jacket pocket, the ring’s presence there a solid indication that he had everything under control. There would be no limit to what he would be able to do, and have, once he handed the land over to Barnes and collected his fat check.
He gloried in the way his brand new Ford F350 Super Duty Pick-Up ate up the distance between Colorado Springs and home. The miles whizzed past, and Kevin re-affirmed to himself that buying the truck had been as sound a business decision as buying the new Caddy had been.
Both vehicles spoke “success” to different groups of peo
ple. His Aunt Verna could never understand this one basic principle: it wasn’t enough that you be successful, you had to look successful. She’d never appreciated that his desire for the best really wasn’t vanity, as she always liked to say. It was the implementation of sound business principles.
Before long, he took the exit that would bring him into Marshville. He’d go to his real-estate office before checking in with the seed-and-feed. He’d left instructions with his manager there that he should go ahead and process any order Maddy came into town with. Inquiring about her—whether or not she’d been in, and if so, what she’d purchased—would just cement gossip of his ‘courtship’ of her. Of course, he’d dropped a few comments here and there already, so that when it became public knowledge that he and Maddy were going to be married, there’d be a general competition among the gossip mongers as to which one of them had ‘known all along’ first.
He knew how these small-minded, small-town people thought. And knowledge, as his daddy always used to say, equaled power.
He parked in front of his office, giving a smile and a nod—friendly without inviting anyone to actually approach him—and tossing the keys up then catching them, he headed toward his office. He was in one hell of a good mood. Maybe he’d go to that steak house over in Gunnison tonight, have himself a celebratory dinner. Hire himself one of those hookers and pretend she was Maddy, get a little practice in.
Smile on his face, he opened the door to his office, stepped in, and froze. There, sitting where his secretary should have been, loomed one big, bald, tough-looking son-of-a-bitch, a man Kevin had never laid eyes on before. Directing his attention to the right, he could see his inner office door standing open.
Rick Barnes sat in his chair, behind his desk, and sent Kevin a really nasty smile.
“Ah, Marsh, there you are. Come in. Make yourself at home. Let’s talk, shall we?”
* * * *
Lucas had never been comfortable sending his crew out to do what he wasn’t willing to take on himself. In this, he and Maddy were of the same mind.
He set his heels to Majesty’s sides, content when the gelding raced across the open ground. Pat and Charlie had ridden out to check the pastures to the west, to take a head count of the cattle and look for any signs of feline predators. Chase had stayed back to help Bill and Ralph with the servicing of Selestial. Maddy liked to be on hand for those events, because her horses formed the heart of her business.
It contented Lucas to spend an afternoon on his own, on horseback. He headed toward the east pasture to look for any sign of cougars. He really hoped there weren’t any, but if Jordan had spotted one, there would likely be more. Since he was their neighbor to the east, he figured if the cats had made it as far as Circle D land, that’s where they’d be.
The old Talbot spread lay between Comstock land and them. Old man Talbot had gone and left the ranch—and a going concern it had once been, too—to his worthless nephew, Kevin Marsh.
As far as Lucas knew, Marsh hadn’t set foot on the place since he’d inherited it a few years before. None of my never-mind. Still, he hated to see anything go to waste.
The afternoon had turned warm, edging toward hot. The only sounds invading the peace were the sounds of insects and birds, and the occasional far-off bawl of a cow—nature songs that enhanced the tranquility. Nature songs that he’d never taken for granted. He’d always felt lucky to live where he lived, and to be a cowboy.
Lucas knew he could never live in a big city. He didn’t, in truth, know how Chase had been able to stand it all those years. But apparently he had, and Lucas worried the younger man would miss the excitement of places like New York and Philadelphia. But Chase had assured him last night that he really wanted to be, and stay, with him and Maddy.
Lucas had never been happier in his life. He never dreamed that he would have one lover, never mind two. And not just lovers but…mates. No other word described what both Chase and Maddy had become to him. They were his mates, and he very much wanted to spend the rest of his life with them.
He didn’t know, however, if either one of them felt the same way.
The most amazing aspect of this ménage relationship the three of them had was that Chase and Maddy could be alone together, as they had been for the entire night last night, and Lucas didn’t feel the least bit jealous.
True, he’d gotten pretty aroused imagining what the two of them had been doing in Maddy’s bed—just as Chase had become aroused when he and Maddy had spent private time together yesterday afternoon. Lucas had dreamt last night, one of the hottest dreams he’d ever had, and figured it due in no small part to thinking of his lovers together. He loved them both, and could only feel joy that they were as drawn and attracted to each other as they were to him.
Lucas adjusted his seat in the saddle, silently cursing himself for letting his thoughts dwell for too long on them. He’d be with them soon enough, and while it didn’t hurt to allow the anticipation to build, it wasn’t a good idea to be sporting an erection while riding his horse.
Majesty made a huffing noise as if in agreement. He and the gelding had been partners for a long time, however, and Lucas recognized that sound. The horse smelled something unfamiliar.
He reined the animal in, took a moment to look around. He should be coming on the cattle they had in this pasture soon. His eyes sharp, he scanned the area, and even let his gaze wander to the ground. The gelding wasn’t skittish, so he knew whatever the horse could sense didn’t frighten him.
A small rise of land appeared just ahead of him. On the other side of it, the stream that meandered through this area cut up, and then turned east and crossed over to the old Talbot place. Looking around, he figured it to be about a quarter mile to the edge of Maddy’s property.
They’d been careful, ever since Marsh had inherited that land, to make sure they stayed on this side of the boundary. The fence they had strung there had become top priority and got examined closely each spring for defects.
The last thing any of them wanted to do was to give Kevin Marsh just cause to bitch.
Following a gut feeling, Lucas decided he’d ride to the edge of the property. Something had gotten Majesty’s attention, and he needed to find out what.
Lucas saw them as soon as he crested the rise.
A Jeep stood parked about a hundred feet from the stream. How it had gotten there became apparent almost immediately, because as Lucas approached he noticed the fence had been cut, the wire peeled back.
He stopped his horse and watched. The men didn’t appear to be armed. They seemed only to be interested in the stream.
Quietly, he reached behind him and pulled out the rifle he always carried in the scabbard tied to the back of his saddle. Laying the weapon across his lap, he took up the reins again and nudged his horse forward.
“Good afternoon,” he said as he approached the trespassers.
The men looked up, appearing unconcerned at being caught. One of them nodded, but returned his attention to his work. As Lucas drew closer he realized that the man was getting several samples of water from the stream.
“Hi,” the second man greeted. “Nice day.”
“It is indeed. Do you gentlemen mind telling me what it is you’re doing there?”
“Not at all. We’ve been commissioned to take some water samples, test the purity of the stream. I understand there’s a hot spring around here, too, but our directions aren’t very clear. We need to get samples of that while we’re at it. Maybe you could help us, point us in the right direction?”
“Well now, I’d be glad to do that, but I’m afraid you’re trespassing on private property.”
“No, it’s all right. I assure you, we have the permission of the owner.”
“Jerry, go get the work order. It’s in my case on the back seat,” the older man said from his position at the edge of the grassy bank.
Lucas watched while Jerry walked over to the Jeep. He hadn’t completely relaxed, and nudged Majesty slightly so t
hat he could keep both men in sight.
Within moments, however, Jerry came away from the vehicle with some papers in hand, and approached Lucas.
“It’s all right here. This work order is signed by Mr. Kevin Marsh, and the water assessment ordered on behalf of the prospective buyer of the property, F.J. Barnes Investments Limited.”
Lucas nodded. “Kevin does own some land here. That fence was the border between his land and the Dalton ranch.”
“Something’s not right.” The man who had been testing the water came over to them then, handed Jerry the bottles, and took the paperwork. He flipped through the pages until he came to one, then handed the entire packet up to Lucas.
“See here? That’s the old property line, between Mr. Marsh’s land, and what used to be the Dalton Ranch. My understanding is that Ms. Dalton has signed over her property to Mr. Marsh, which I suppose is only fitting since they are engaged to be married.”
Lucas looked at the map for a long moment. Shaking his head, he handed it back. “Something’s not right, all right. And that would be your information, and this map. I’m Ms. Dalton’s ranch foreman, and I happen to know none of what you just said is the truth.”
“Well, hell.” The older man looked over at where he’d cut through the fencing. “I had a feeling when we couldn’t find a gate.”
“Shit, Patrick. What are we going to do?”
“I don’t know,” Patrick replied. “We need to call Mr. Barnes.” Then he looked up at Lucas. “I guess we owe you for a fence.”
Lucas looked over at the broken barrier. He had wire cutters and some spare wire in his saddlebag—he always carried some in case he had to make an emergency repair. He figured this qualified.
“Don’t worry about the fence. I’d say that’s on Marsh.”
The men made quick work of packing up their supplies and heading back across the boundary. It didn’t take Lucas more than a few minutes to jerry-rig a patch to the fence. It wasn’t the best job, but it should hold until he could send someone back with another piece of wire. Then he mounted his horse, and headed them both in the direction of home.
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