The Gentlemen's Ranch (Erotica Series, Book 1)

by Ever Wood

  “So, you don’t surf, huh?” Doug asks with disbelief coloring his voice.

  “Wh…what?” I stammer and turn back.

  “Surfing?” he asks again and hands me a glass. “You don’t surf?”

  “No. Kind of hard to do in Chicago,” I tell him.

  Undaunted, he gives me a megawatt smile. “I’ll just have to teach you then. Especially, for a girl who is so perfect in every other way. Let’s go for a walk,” he says and grabs my hand.

  I turn back toward Glasses, but he has left the bar and is walking in the opposite direction.

  With a pang of disappointment, I follow Doug out to the courtyard. Here things are definitely more relaxed. Oh, wait. Except for that particularly well-endowed woman in the grotto with several men around her. Her head is thrown back and she’s moaning loudly as they fondle and kiss her.

  I turn away to study my surroundings. Even out here, I feel as though I’ve stepped through some time warp. It’s like I’ve been transported to an early European hamlet with the quaint, little stone cabins that dot the grounds, interspaced between big willowy trees and rows and rows of high-walled gardens. It’s surreal.

  Ah! But, that’s the point, isn’t it? Everything at The Ranch is expressly designed to allow guests to detach from their real lives in order to shed inhibitions. The message is clear. This place is not normal, therefore, you do not have to act normal. Genius.

  Doug leads me to a secluded spot off the garden trails. The little private niche behind towering hedges contains a large hammock for two. How convenient. Doug turns to me, takes the glass out of my hand, and sets it down. “I like you, doll.”

  Gee, thanks. Is it the pink robe or the four words of conversation?

  He grabs my arm and tugs me close for a soft, tender kiss. His hands come up to cradle my face as he pulls back to look at me. “Do you know how badly I want to see what’s under that robe?”

  Oh, shit.

  Yet, I like Doug’s playful nature. The atmosphere changes and the heat builds in the space between us.

  “May I?” he asks and reaches for the tie on my robe.

  My breath hitches in my throat and I stop breathing. He doesn’t seem to notice as he waits for my answer—an answer he really doesn’t need due the contract I signed. Still, I nod mutely and he unties the belt at my waist.

  Slowly, he opens the robe and pushes it back along my shoulders until it falls to the ground behind, leaving me naked and exposed. “Wow, are these real?” he asks.

  A full C, closer to a D, and all natural, thank you very much. “Yes.”

  One hand goes to my breast and his breathing picks up as he gently squeezes. I close my eyes as his thumb brushes over the nipple and I instinctively lean in to him with a soft moan.

  I can’t believe I’m standing nude before this complete stranger, but he doesn’t know me and I don’t know him. There is something very hot in that knowledge. Let’s face it. All the words are bundled very carefully here at The Gentlemen’s Ranch, but I’m here to engage in sexual activity with strangers.

  Both hands now begin to massage my breasts and he drops to his knees in front of me to take a taut peak in his mouth. I run my hands through his blonde curls and press him close.

  Doug is nice. Doug is sexy. But, do Doug and I have enough in common to talk about on a regular basis? The jury is still out, but I think it’s time to move on to Man Number Two.

  Glasses?

  Nate (& Nick)

  Doug and I spend another hour enjoying harmless fondling and conversation wrapped up together in the hammock. Afterwards, he walks me back to the courtyard. I want to go into the Great Room to see if Glasses has returned, but a big bear of a man stalks over. He throws a good-natured glare at Doug. “About time. I thought you’d never bring her back.”

  Doug shrugs, but already I can see him eying a pretty redhead by the pool. But, he does give me a passionate kiss before allowing the Bear to take me away. For me or his competition? “See you later, doll.”

  “I’m Nate,” The Bear says brusquely as Doug walks away.

  “Tesh.”

  He swallows my hand in his and starts moving toward one of the cabins. He’s on a mission, but what it is I have no clue. “So, you’re an Accountant?”

  I blush. One of the more G-rated things he must know about me. “Yes.”

  He gives me a sideways glance. “I’ll be honest, Tesh, you’re one of our top three girls.”

  Our? “I…I am?”

  “Oh, yeah.”

  What the hell was that look for? I mentally sort through the profile questions, but can’t be sure.

  Nate leads me up the steps to a little cottage with a plaque that reads Cabin 3 on the outside.

  “I found her,” he says as soon as he walks in.

  I peer around the mountain in front of me and gasp. Another Nate stands before me. Just as big and with the same leering grin. Holy shit. Twins.

  “Hi, Tesh, I’m Nick.”

  I nod politely and he holds out a shot glass toward me. Number four, Tesh, be careful.

  The cottage is charming with a small kitchen, soft, bear rug on the floor, and…what the hell is that? It looks like a rocking horse without the head.

  “You can hang your robe up on the door, there,” Nate tells me and sits on the couch.

  I swallow nervously.

  Oh, well, I didn’t come to The Gentlemen’s Ranch to play checkers. I throw back the shot and my face immediately contorts into a sour puss. I untie my pink robe and hang it on the hook behind the door.

  “Good Lord, look at you,” Nate breathes. “You’re magnificent. Turn around.”

  I do as he says, aroused by his superfluous flattery.

  Nick stands up next to me and cups my behind, giving it a few swats. “Nice.”

  I feel like a piece of meat.

  “Come here, woman,” Nate murmurs. I turn and take the hand he extends toward me. He pulls me into his lap and starts kissing the back of my neck. His hands slide around to the front to cover my breasts in his meaty hands.

  Nick sits next to him and nuzzles the other side of my neck. Goose bumps break out all over my body, and I lean back and let the alcohol and gentle touches relax me.

  Nate growls suddenly and, in one smooth movement, bends me over his lap.

  Nick laughs at my yelp.

  Nate’s hands swirl over my buttocks. “So lovely, Tesh.” Nick’s hands join Nate’s and my breathing increases.

  Okay, this is hot.

  “Look at these hips, Nick. Great child-bearing hips right here.”

  Okay, scratch that.

  “You know, Tesh,” Nick says hoarsely. “If we end up getting matched, you would have to move to our home state of Texas.”

  Texas?

  One of The Bear Twins slaps my behind. Hard.

  Oh!

  “You wouldn’t want for anything, Tesh, for the rest of your life. Nick and I run one of the biggest oil drilling outfits in northern Texas and you’d have a very generous allowance.”

  Another hard slap and then one of the twins slips a finger between my cheeks. “Did you know that the anus is a highly sensitive erogenous zone, Tesh? If stimulated correctly, you can have the most powerful orgasm of your life.”

  I’m saved from answering that particularly insightful comment when Nate stands and picks me up in his arms. He carries me as though I was a child and bends me over the rocking horse contraption I saw when I first came in. He drapes my body over the saddle until my head is hanging near the floor and my bottom angled up. Nick quickly runs around to the front and tells me to hold onto a bar at the base of the horse.

  Nate lines up behind me. “Oh, this ass,” he moans.

  Pilates, Nate. Just three hours a day and you can have one just like it.

  “Spread your legs, Tesh. As far as you can.”

  I grip the bar in front of me and do as he says. I flinch as a cold gel is applied to my highly sensitive erogenous zone. Slowly…very slowly, a f
inger slips inside me. Ah! In and out, in and out. Another hard slap and I cry out.

  “Just relax, Tesh,” Nate whispers close to my ear. “We realize this is pushing the bounds, but before we go any further with you, we have to see how you do with the beads. There’s only five.”

  Beads?

  The finger pulls out and is replaced by something harder. And, longer! The beads? They penetrate deep—deeper than I’m comfortable with. Just as I’m about to protest, the offending instrument starts to withdraw.

  Holy shit!

  Nick reaches around and starts milking my breasts while Nate gently pulls the beads.

  One bead pops out.

  Oh! Now this is different!

  Nate pushes the bead back in and then yanks two out. A tidal wave of pressure throbs between my legs.

  Number three is withdrawn.

  I moan. Oh, please!

  “Spread your legs apart farther.”

  Four.

  I’m so close. Already! I can’t hold on much longer!

  He presses three and four back in and rotates them in a circle.

  For the love of God!

  “Hang on, Tesh!” Nate rams all five beads back in and pulls them all out at once.

  I scream.

  So, loud that I’m pretty sure the entire medieval village hears me. I hope I’m not confined to the stockade for this.

  Nate, or Nick, growls and slams his fully clothed hips against my backside. “I hate these fucking rules! I want to fuck you so bad right now, Tesh. You have no idea!”

  I struggle to stand up from the rocking horse with a post-orgasmic smile firmly in place. Keep wanting, Bear Twin, because there’s no way I’m moving to Texas. I’m a Democrat for Christ’s sake. Second, while I like a little spice every now and then, I have a feeling you and your brother would demand more back-door action than I’m willing to give.

  Even more disturbing?

  Don’t these guys realize I haven’t said a single word the entire time I’ve been with them?

  Next!

  Jase

  I stagger out of Cabin 3 and several guests stare at me from out of their garden hidey-holes or their lounges by the pool. A few of the men even have the audacity to clap. Really? I’ve never been so embarrassed in my life. At twenty-eight, this is my first walk of shame.

  To top it off, Glasses is sitting at a table in the courtyard with Sophia the Steward and staring at me.

  I suddenly wonder where Camryn is and I feel like crying. I sit down on the steps to Cabin 3. No more alcohol!

  To my horror, Glasses stands up and comes over to me. “Are you all right?” he asks.

  “Yes, I’m fine.”

  He is even more gorgeous than I remember, and now I notice eyes of pale green. Damn he is so sexy. The attraction I feel to him has a visceral effect on my body and my palms start to sweat and my heart races.

  “Did anyone hurt you?” he asks in a curt tone and glares at the door to Cabin 3 behind me.

  “No,” I quickly tell him. “Really, I’m fine.”

  He reaches out to help me to my feet. “It can be a little overwhelming here, can’t it?”

  I put on a brave face. “No, it’s fine. Everyone here is great.”

  “Tesh…”

  Okay, he knows my name. He must be Man Number Three. “So, do you have a cabin nearby?” I ask with burgeoning excitement, despite my encounter with the twins.

  For some reason, he blushes. He actually blushes! “No, I…I’m with someone.”

  He glances over his shoulder and I follow his gaze. Sophia! He’s with the Steward?

  A walk of shame has nothing on the humiliation I feel now.

  “Oh, I’m sorry. I thought—”

  “No, don’t be sorry.” He reaches out and tucks my hair behind my ear.

  A man with blue, black hair and bright blue eyes interrupts my awkward conversation with Glasses. He’s wearing a suit, but both the jacket and the white shirt underneath are totally unbuttoned exposing a mouth-watering set of abs.

  If I’m not mistaken, Glasses is not happy to see the newcomer approach.

  “I’m Jase,” he says to me and plants a kiss on my cheek. Jase looks at Glasses and nods. “Brett. I trust I’m not disrupting anything?”

  Glasses…I mean, Brett, gives him a smile that lifts only one side of his face. I feel like they’re about to challenge each other to a duel any minute. “No. She’s all yours.” He leans in close to Jase. “But, only because I allow it.”

  Oh, Glasses is a little arrogant. In a good way.

  Jase nods, conceding the point, and then puts a hand on my elbow to lead me away.

  I follow behind meekly but decide to be blunt. I’m coming down off my buzz and I’m a little pissed that I let myself get carried away. I stop in the middle of the path and Jase looks back at me with a raised eyebrow.

  “Let’s see,” I say with my hands on my hips. “Surfer Doug is a boob man, the Bear Twins like asses. What is your turn on, Jase? I’d rather know upfront what I’m getting myself into with you.”

  He smirks. “Your brain.”

  “My brain? Really?”

  He laughs. “Is that so hard to believe? We’re an 80% match, which is almost unheard of. Any blind man can see that you already possess the physical attributes of anyone’s dream, but I want to learn more about you.”

  “Oh.”

  Jase leads me to a secluded hammock and we swing and talk and laugh. We even play three games of chess on an enormous stone board with life-sized pieces.

  It’s…nice. Jase is smart and witty, and I thoroughly enjoy his company, but I have to wonder. Is he aggressive enough in the bedroom? He is the first suitor who has not made any move to see or touch me.

  Yes, Jase is definitely a top contender, but for some reason I’m still haunted by those pale green eyes.

  Beau

  After saying goodbye to Jase, I wander back to the courtyard, but all the men look occupied and none make a move to approach me. I make my way back into the Great Room. The lighting is even dimmer now and it’s hard for me to make out what everyone is doing. I can hear them, though. Moans, groans, slaps, and muffled screams.

  A figure comes toward me out of the darkness and my heart skips a beat. I can see the glint of glasses in the candlelight.

  Only, it’s not my Glasses. It’s another gorgeous bespectacled specimen. His hair is sandy colored and he wears it parted on the side so it sweeps over his brow.

  “Tesh?”

  “Yes.”

  “I’m Beau. Let’s find a quiet corner and talk.”

  He steers me to a vacant chaise and we sit. “Would you like a drink?”

  Before I can answer, Beau snaps his fingers and a server dressed as a saucy bar wench arrives to take our order. When she departs, Beau and I have a nice conversation. I learn that he is a practicing Optometrist, although he is reluctant to tell me where just yet. We have many shared interests and I find him easy to talk to even though his answers are a bit on the terse side. I get the distinct impression Dr. Beau wants to get the small talk over so we can explore more intimate knowledge about each other.

  The wench returns with our drinks. As she sets them down on a side table, another couple sits next to us on the sofa.

  Beau pats his knees. “Come here and sit on my lap,” he tells me, ostensibly to give the other couple more room.

  The man turns toward us. “My girl here fancies a bit of an audience while we have it off,” he says with a clipped British accent. “We’d like you to watch, if you’re game.”

  I look at the woman and she’s so tiny, it’s hard to believe she’s old enough to be here.

  “I’m in if you are, Tesh?” Beau quickly says.

  Why do I have the feeling Dr. Beau staged this little display we’re about to witness?

  “Sure.”

  The man stands, takes off his shirt and lays it across the back of the chaise. The woman stands up next to him, and he removes her black robe and
spreads it out on their small section of the couch. “Back you go now,” he tells her, pressing her shoulders until she’s lying on the chaise. He drops to his knees in front of her.

  “Do you like toys, Tesh?” Beau whispers in my ear.

  Heat creeps into my face. “Yes.”

  As if on cue, the man reaches for something under the chaise. A phallus shaped vibrator. “Hold your knees back,” he instructs the woman gently.

  Good God, that thing looks enormous next to her small body.

  Beau reaches around my front for the tie on my robe. “No,” I whisper and shake my head. “I’d rather stay covered.” I’m not sure why I say this. I’ve already been completely naked in front of Doug and the twins. I guess it’s because of the people in the room. I’m afraid if I take off my robe, I would be inviting others free access to my body.

  Yet, I find I like watching the couple next to me. I’m embarrassed when I feel wetness drip from between my legs. Beau must feel that!

  The woman hisses as the British man touches the vibrator to her bare crotch. She begins to massage her undersized breasts as he slowly penetrates her.

  “Lift your ass up a little,” Beau tells me.

  What? Why?

  I start to get to my feet, but he holds me halfway and flares my robe out behind me.

  “Sit back slowly,” he says and guides me down with a hand on my hip. Right onto a slim vibrator of his own. Oh, Dr. Beau!

  I’m so excited now that I have no trouble easing myself onto the device. The vibrator tickles and teases as I watch the man thrust the phallus in and out of the woman. She’s crying out now, close to release.

  Beau continues to guide my hips as I move up and down and around the vibrator. My thighs start to burn as I ride faster and faster. His breath is as ragged as mine is. He lets go of the vibrator to seize the front of my robe in both hands and rip it open. One hand goes back to anchor the vibrator while the other grabs my bouncing breasts and plucks at my nipples. I’m exposed for all to see, but I’m too far gone to care. I realize I’m about to climax. My toes curl and I dig my nails into Beau’s thighs and explode in spastic ecstasy the same time as the woman next to me.