Cowboy's Barmaid: A Small Town Military Romance (Lucky Flats Ranchers Book 2)

by Piper Sullivan

  “So she says,” I retaliated. “What choice has she ever had? I think your father made his point loud and clear that he expects the little wifey to be cleaning his shoes and baking his cakes while he brings home the bacon.” I slammed the dishwasher door closed.

  Finn looked at me. “Why are you so upset? They’re from a different generation.”

  “It just irks me,” I said. “Don’t mind me. It’s been a long day. I’m finding playing a role harder than I expected, that’s all.”

  “You play it very well,” he said, looking at me. “Stop cleaning. Pick up your wine, and come out onto the balcony with me.”

  Yes, sir, I thought to myself, sourly. Once a boss, always a boss.

  We could see the lights from ships blinking over the water, and a crystal clear full moon hung in the sky. I relaxed back in my chair, sipping the wine. I was being stupid. It didn’t matter what attitudes Finn’s parents had. They weren’t really going to be my parents-in-law. I had to remember that.

  “You are looking beautiful tonight.” Finn’s voice was low and intense. I turned my head around, looking at him.

  “Thank you,” I said, not sure how to respond.

  “Amber…” He trailed off, raking a hand through his hair. “I have to admit…I’m finding you really attractive. But I know that if we do anything, it might jeopardise our arrangement. How do you feel about it?”

  I blushed, not knowing how to answer. “I find you attractive, too,” I admitted, eventually. “But I agree. It would complicate an already very complicated situation.”

  He nodded, as if he had come to a decision. “Yes, it’s for the best.” He drained his wine, standing up. “Bed time, I think. We are going yachting tomorrow with Bryce and his new girl – it will be an early start.”

  He stood over me, holding out his hand. I took it, and he pulled me up.

  And then suddenly, we were kissing.

  Finn wrapped his arms around me, pulling my head back as he passionately kissed me. I couldn’t even breathe. It was like a fire had leapt up in my stomach. It was consuming me.

  He kissed my neck feverishly, working his way downward, kneading my breasts in a circular motion. Oh God, I didn’t want him to stop.

  He pulled one of my breast out of my top, looking at it for a second, then taking it into his mouth, nipping and pulling. My nipple was so erect it felt like it was about to explode.

  “Shall we go to the bedroom?” He breathed, the nipple popping out of his mouth as he looked up at me.

  Common sense suddenly hit me like a rock.

  “Finn.” My voice was ragged. “We just said it wasn’t a good idea.” I roughly pulled my top up, stumbling back into the house.

  “Amber,” he called after me, but I ignored him. I raced to my bedroom, closing the door behind me. My heart was beating a fierce tattoo in my chest.

  This was insane. How can two people calmly talk about how they shouldn’t do anything, then the next minute, be in each other’s arms?

  I didn’t know anything, anymore.

  Just that this was a dangerous situation, one that I would have to think seriously about. Did I want it to continue?

  Finn

  I watched her walking along the pier ahead of me, her ass swaying in the tight white jeans she wore. I couldn’t stop looking at it.

  I had been trying not to think of her all last night and this morning, but the sight of her in those pants undid me. I couldn’t deny it a second longer. I wanted to be inside her. The lust had been building like a slow fire, and now it was just exploding around me. I could barely think of anything else.

  I knew that it was unadvisable. I knew that it was unprofessional. I knew that it would only complicate the situation. But it was like my will had been completely taken out of it. I felt like one of those cartoon characters with their eyes on stalks and tongues rolling to the floor like red carpets every time she passed me, or I caught a whiff of her perfume.

  It was just as well we were spending today with Bryce and his latest squeeze. I didn’t know if I could trust myself around her if we were by ourselves. And it was a stroke of luck that Lilah was spending the day with my parents.

  “Hey!” I called out to her. “Wait up!” I ran so that I was alongside her.

  “You’re in a hurry today,” I said.

  She looked up at me, surprised. “Am I?” She laughed, nervously. “I sometimes go a little fast if I’m nervous.”

  “There’s nothing to be nervous about.”

  “Really?” She glanced at me sharply. “This is your best friend we’re meeting today, isn’t it?”

  “Sure is,” I said. “Bryce. We were at school together, have worked in the same finance firm for years. He’s practically a brother to me.”

  “Well, he’s probably going to be pretty hard on me, then.”

  “Why?”

  “You really don’t get it, do you?” Her voice raised slightly. “I am your nanny. Which means I am below you on the so called social ladder. And let’s not forget that your wife just recently passed away. How can you not see that people close to you would be judging me?”

  I hadn’t thought of it like that. I could see her point. Not that I thought anyone would be too judgmental with her; my family and friends were down to earth people. If anything, they would probably be judging me more than Amber. Shocked at how quickly I had moved on from Erin? Especially with the hot nanny.

  I shook my head. “Amber, relax. No one’s judging you, and if they did, I’m sure you would be happy with the conclusions that they draw.” I stared at her. “You’re pretty awesome.” She blushed. I was just about to take her hand, when I heard a shout.

  “Finn!”

  There they were, running slightly to catch up with us. Good old Bryce, dressed in his casual yachting gear, as always. He was pulling along a woman who was definitely not dressed for yachting: tight black dress, black stilettos, and a fake fur coat, no less. This must be Bryce’s new girl, Mandy. Why wasn’t I surprised?

  “Bryce, slow down,” she said, as he dragged her along.

  “My man!” I grabbed Bryce in a bear hug. Then we turned, and introduced the ladies.

  “Well, time to get on this yacht and get things moving!” I said, looking to the sky. “We don’t want the weather to change on us.”

  An hour later we were heading out into Port Phillip Bay, the wind in our hair. Bryce and I were old hands at yachting, having been brought up with the sport. Well, it was the leisure choice of many with mansions at Portsea, and both my family and Bryce’s had been coming here forever.

  Bryce and I were busy side by side, which was good. It gave me a chance to talk to him without the girls.

  “So, how long have you been seeing Mandy?” I asked.

  Bryce grinned. “We’ve been sleeping together for about a month. Thought I might take her out a bit, see if I thought there was anything more to it.” He shrugged.

  “Typical Bryce,” I said. “Just another in a long line…?”

  Bryce put his hands in the air as if to ward me off. “Hey, don’t blame me, buddy. You know I can’t resist women, never have been. I start to really get into one, and then I get distracted by another. It’s like toys when we were little. I could never resist the shinier and newer one that came along, you know?”

  I smiled at Bryce. “I do know,” I said. “Erin and I used to always comment on the ever changing number of girls in your life. We used to laugh about it, say you had so many you could have lined them up on an escalator.” I looked at him. “It’s because you’ve never been in love, buddy.”

  Bryce shrugged again. “You’re probably right,” he said. “But hang on a minute. Why are we talking about me? You’re the one that’s been the sly dog, panting after the nanny! So, you’re going to put a ring on her finger, are you?”

  “Yes, I’m heading down the aisle again,” I said, a fake smile on my face. I could suddenly see what Amber meant. It was hard, not telling the truth to those you were close
st too.

  “You really think she can replace Erin?”

  Bryce was looking at me. We might rib each other a lot, but we could always talk openly and honestly about what was happening in our lives.

  “Yes.” I looked at him.

  Was it true? I just didn’t know, anymore. I certainly liked being around her, and she set me on fire. The attraction was real.

  “Yes, I think she can replace Erin,” I said. I had to say it, all the while mulling it over in my mind.

  “That’s great, man,” Bryce was saying, slapping me on my back. “I was a bit worried, to tell the truth. About you, after Erin. I thought you’d never come out of your hole, burying yourself in work like you did. I’m glad. Can I be your best man again?”

  I laughed. “Too soon to tell, mate,” I said. “We haven’t set a date, we were thinking of a long engagement. And who knows, we might just elope, make it about just the two of us.” As I said it, I was picturing being alone with Amber, running off to elope. The thought wasn’t entirely displeasing.

  What on earth was happening to me?

  I looked at her under the sails. Trying so hard to chat to Bryce’s girl, Mandy, even though I could tell they didn’t have much in common. Well, why would they? I thought to myself. Mandy was typical of the women Bryce pursued: blonde, buxom, but with not much chop in the brain department. A model, trying hard to become a trophy wife. Whereas Amber was as far removed from that cliché as you could imagine.

  She had long, chestnut hair and a coltish figure, long, long legs. Willowy. And as sharp as a tack. I could see why she had been accepted into Harvard Law. She was a very bright woman. But all those things weren’t even the most important.

  I thought of the way she was with Lilah, caring, inspiring, warm. You could tell a person’s real personality, the way that they interacted with children. Amber was genuine.

  As we sailed over the grey waters, I started to grow more anxious. It had started out as a fake engagement, to get Erin’s parents off my back about Lilah. But could it be so much more?

  Amber

  We said goodbye to Bryce and Mandy after we had finally reached land again and had some lunch in a seafood restaurant.

  I wasn’t sorry. It had been tough going with Mandy.

  I had tried to talk to her, but she wasn’t much of a conversationalist. The only things she was interested in were men, clothes and her hair, in that order. Whenever I had tried to turn the conversation onto other things she had always looked at me blankly, before steering it back to herself. Bryce had seemed nice enough, though. I wondered what he saw in such a vapid woman, apart from the obvious, of course.

  Bryce seemed keen to go, and I thought I knew why. He wanted to get Mandy into bed. It made sense. I didn’t think he was really that into her, and had kind of regretted bringing her out to meet his best friend. He wanted to put the relationship back on the footing it should be: purely physical.

  We drove off, back to the mansion. Anna and Frank would be dropping Lilah off later that afternoon. We walked into the house. I felt awkward. What were we going to do, now?

  If it was a real relationship, it wouldn’t have mattered. It would have just been chill time, in between seeing friends and Lilah coming home. We might have put on a movie, or picked up our books to read. Finn might have gone to his shed, working on a project, while I prepared dinner or had a bath.

  But it wasn’t a real relationship, and it was awkward. Especially after what had happened between us the night before.

  “So,” I said, biting my lip. “I might have an afternoon nap. I had such a big lunch, it’s really hit me.”

  He looked at me, not believing a word that I said, I could tell. But he decided to play along with it. It was probably awkward for him, too.

  “Okay,” he said, a little sadly.

  I breathed a sigh of relief when I got to my bedroom, deciding to have a shower to warm up a bit after the icy conditions on Port Phillip Bay. These people were crazy, I thought to myself. Who on earth would want to get onto a yacht and sail in this weather? I had been rugged up, but poor Mandy had suffered a bit in her high heels and short dress, even though she had one of those faux fur coats on.

  Rubbing my hair dry with a towel, I was walking back to the bedroom when I stopped in my tracks. Finn. He was sitting on the side of my bed, waiting for me.

  “What do you want?” I breathed, suddenly acutely conscious that I was wearing nothing but my tatty old dressing gown.

  He stood up, his eyes burning into me. I started to tremble, all over.

  “Amber,” he whispered as he approached me. “I don’t know anything, any more. I just know that I want you more than I want anything in my life, at this point.”

  He grabbed me, claiming my mouth.

  The kiss was so goddamn good I felt like I was drowning in it. Shivers of pleasure were coursing through me. His hands were everywhere; all over my breasts, grabbing my ass. Everywhere that he touched me felt like his hands were on fire, like he was branding me with them.

  He undid the sash of my dressing gown, letting it fall open. He looked at my nakedness for a minute, before letting the gown fall to the floor.

  I blushed, not knowing what to do. This was the first time I had stood naked in front of a man. It was all I could do not to grab the gown off the floor and quickly climb back into it.

  “You are magnificent,” he breathed, his eyes scorching over me.

  Suddenly, he picked me up, carrying me to the bed. He laid me down gently, before joining me. He grabbed my face, his eyes burning into mine. I could feel his hardness against me. It made me gasp.

  “Amber, do you want to do this?” he breathed. “Because I want to so, so much. Please say yes.” He trailed some kisses down my throat.

  “There’s one thing you have to understand,” I whispered back. “I haven’t ever made love to a man before.”

  His eyes widened. “You’re a virgin?” he asked.

  I nodded, blushing.

  He looked at me. “And you are willing to let me be your first?”

  I nodded, again. I was so on fire at his touch, I hardly knew what I was thinking or feeling. All I knew is that I wanted him, badly.

  “You’re sure?” He looked me in the eyes, intensely.

  I nodded again, swallowing nervously.

  He resumed kissing me, trailing down to my breasts. I gasped in shock when his mouth found one of my nipples. I closed my eyes and let my head fall back, marvelling at the sensations as he pulled and sucked on it. This was heaven, I thought dreamily.

  One of his hands had found its way below. My eyes flew open as he parted me, his fingers caressing me. I felt a warm wetness spilling out of me, unspooling like a ribbon. He continued to slowly caress me with his hand and suck at my nipple. It was driving me crazy; my hips were bucking on the bed, jumping to meet his hand.

  All rational thought was gone. All my worries about how hooking up with him would complicate the situation had fled. I didn’t care about anything in that moment but the feel of him, and how he was making me feel. I wasn’t even concentrating on the fact it would be my first time.

  I had simply never felt this way with anyone else. I finally understood what the fuss was all about. He stopped momentarily, pulling himself on top of me. I felt his urgent hardness, again. His breathing was ragged in my ear.

  “You are so beautiful,” he whispered. Then he ducked his head again, trailing kisses down my stomach until he found the core of me.

  Oh.My.God.

  He licked me, expertly, seeming to know exactly what to do. It was warm against warm, and wet against wet. Pulling and sucking until I thought I would go crazy with it. My hips started bucking again, and I could feel a new tension rising. I was straining against his tongue, grabbing his head in my excitement to grind him closer to me.

  He licked, faster. Suddenly, the tension built unbearably. Then it exploded. I felt my hips bucking uncontrollably as waves of pleasure coursed through me. Then i
t started to wane, and my hips stopped. I was shaking, enveloped in such a delicious feeling of satisfaction I could barely lift my head to look at him.

  Finally. I had heard all about orgasms, of course, but I had never experienced one before. It really was everything that people raved on about – and more.

  He rose, until he was level with my chest. Then I could feel him parting my legs, with one of his. He bent down and retrieved something out of his trouser pockets.

  A condom.

  He quickly unwrapped it, and put it on. Then he poised himself above me, a questioning look in his eyes alongside the desire. I nodded, again.

  He pressed against me, feeling resistance. But then he grabbed his cock, trailing it over my pussy. Up and down, up and down. Each time he’d stop and push a bit more at the entrance, so he was inside a little bit more.

  Then, he pushed, hard. I felt a sharp pain, and then wonder at how he felt, inside me. He started moving, grabbing my hips and bringing them down on him. It felt good. So good, I felt heat building in me again. He quickened his pace, giving sudden thrusts. I pushed down every time he pushed into me. Something was starting to grow and twist inside of me, again.

  His eyes were on my face, glowing. And then suddenly, he gripped me tight, crying out as he ground into me. I rose to meet him and felt another warm wetness seep out of me. I bucked as another round of incredible sensations tore through me.

  He slowed down, his head resting on my chest, breathing heavily. I ran my hand through his dark hair, in wonder. I was no longer a virgin. Finn had popped my cherry, and oh, Lord, how well had he done it. I was simply glowing with pleasure.

  He looked at me. “How are you feeling?”

  “Great,” I said. Then I blushed. “Oh, God, I’ve got no idea what to do, now.”

  “You don’t do anything,” he whispered. He changed positions, curling up against my back. “Now, we spoon. Drowse a little. Don’t think of anything but how incredible that was.”

  I closed my eyes, feeling the warmth of him curled up against me. He kissed my shoulder.