Her vision clouded and her back arched at the sudden intrusion. Her pussy expanded as she once again adjusted to his size.
When their gazes locked in the mirror, she couldn’t have torn herself away from him if she wanted to. His dark eyes seemed to devour her as he began pounding into her from behind.
The sound of his balls slapping against her and the rush of blood in her ears as they fucked were the only things she could hear.
For a moment she looked away but he stopped his movements. “Look at us,” he growled.
Obeying his command, she once again stared at their image in the mirror. He slowly pulled out almost completely, then drove into her. Last night she’d finally realized Sam’s primal reaction to her but seeing him in the bright lights of the bathroom was a different experience.
He repeated the movement again and again, taking his time with each thrust. The drag of his cock against her inner walls was too slow. She was on the brink of release and he was intent on teasing her. Something told her he knew exactly what he was doing, too.
Scooting back on her tiptoes, she tried to force him deeper but he just chuckled and gripped her hips, keeping her firmly in place.
“We do this my way.” His words sent chills down her spine.
“Okay,” she whispered.
It was like her compliance set off a firecracker. Still staring at her in the mirror, he once again pushed inside her to the hilt and stayed there. Her pussy pulsed around his cock, milking and sucking him. All he had to do was move just a little and she’d push over the edge.
He must have seen the need, the desire in her eyes, because he grinned before nipping her shoulder. “You belong to me, Adrianna.” His quiet words caressed her body.
She murmured something inaudible in response. Even she didn’t know what she was saying. All she wanted was to come.
“Say it,” he whispered.
“Please,” she moaned.
“No.” He pinched one of her breasts and palmed the other in small circles but he remained still inside her.
“Fuck me, Sam.” The words tore from her gut.
“First say it,” he commanded in that deep, intoxicating voice.
“I belong to you,” she practically screamed. “Now fuck me!”
A triumphant grin spread across his handsome face but she didn’t care. All she wanted was that elusive release only he could give her.
The smell of their sex surrounded them as he pounded into her. Water from her soaked hair probably mixed with her sweat rolled down her back as her pussy fisted around him, milking him tighter and tighter until her juices and cream released in climax.
Through a haze she could see his dark eyes in the mirror but it took too much energy to focus as the orgasm ripped through her with unexpected fury.
She grasped at the wall and dropped her head as she rode through the waves of pleasure.
Behind her, he grunted and moaned out her name as he buried himself inside her one last time. Panting, she finally stepped forward. Her body didn’t give him up easily though. Her vagina made a popping sound as she shifted away.
“Damn,” he muttered.
Chuckling, she turned around to face him on wobbly legs. “You can say that again.”
Cupping her face, he leaned down and kissed her. His tongue gently teased open her lips, tracing along the inside of her mouth before he nibbled on her bottom lip.
After a few moments, he pulled away and leaned his forehead against hers. “If I’d known how it would be between us, I’d never have waited this long.” Before she could respond, he pulled the curtain back into place and turned the shower back on.
The water hit them with a blast but his broad shoulders took the brunt of it. Stepping closer, she wrapped her arms around his waist and pressed her body against the length of his firm, muscular chest and legs. “Why did you push me away all those years ago?” she whispered.
She held her breath waiting for an answer.
Instead of responding, he shifted so that she was standing under the pulsing stream. “I’ve got to go talk to some of the hands and let them know I’ll be unavailable for the next couple of days, okay?”
Adrianna wanted to argue but she’d known Sam long enough to read the tight set of his jaw. If he didn’t want to answer her right now, fine. She’d get him to tell her soon enough. And she didn’t mind using sex to get her answers.
* * * * *
Adrianna snapped her phone shut and laid it on the kitchen table. One hour and four phone calls later, she felt absolutely drained. Planning her father’s funeral seemed surreal and if she was honest, she didn’t know that she’d be handling it as well as she was without Sam’s presence.
True, she hadn’t seen him for about an hour but she knew he was around the ranch somewhere and that was good enough for her. She’d talked to the minister handling the service, to the funeral home and to two of the biggest gossips in town. They assured her they’d let everyone know everything would be out at the ranch.
The phone had rung a few times but for now she was ignoring it. A quick glance at the clock told her it was only eight thirty. Somehow that didn’t seem possible after the draining morning she’d had.
She stood and glanced around the country kitchen. Her heart pinched at the thought that she’d never sit down across the table from her dad again. Never have Thanksgiving or Christmas dinner with him again. Swallowing her tears, she shook her head and strode toward the front of the house. She grabbed one of her old wool coats hanging on the rack and slipped it on over her sweater.
Maybe a quick ride around the ranch on her horse would pick her up. Her boots crunched over fallen leaves as she made her way down the stone path toward one of the smaller barns.
The ranch’s larger barn was an acre away, across the field but this barn was where her dad had kept his and her horses. Horses not used for breeding or selling but just for them.
A long sigh escaped as she placed her hand on the brass handle but she eventually opened it. Sadness enveloped her as she walked down the short length of eight stalls. Her dad’s horse was quiet but her chestnut palomino whinnied loudly when she saw her.
Immediately the vise around her chest eased. She stuck her hand over the gate and patted Peaches’ mane, letting the horse smell and nudge the side of her face. One of the major things she hated about living in the city was the fact that she couldn’t ride her horse whenever she wanted. She hadn’t realized how much she missed Peaches until this moment.
Horses were just like dogs in the sense that they could perceive sadness. Especially Peaches. She was the most loving, gentle horse Adrianna had ever owned.
“Thought I’d find you out here.” Sam’s voice jerked her out of her thoughts.
She swiveled to find him leaning against the stall across from her, wearing that damn cowboy hat. Something about him in a Stetson did funny things to her stomach.
As she stared at him she tried to tamp down her lust but failed miserably. She wondered what would happen between them when she eventually left—if she left. Whenever she came home she talked herself into staying, then talked herself out of it. The one thing that had always pulled her back to the city was her job. Now she didn’t even have that.
“What’s going on in that pretty head, darlin’?” Sam frowned and pushed up from his lounging position.
“Nothing at all,” she muttered as his gaze hungrily zeroed in on her mouth. She hadn’t come here with this intention but he certainly had.
Her stomach flipped as he stalked toward her. Normally she liked to be more in control but with Sam, she gladly gave up the reins.
She took a step back until she hit the gate. Maybe Peaches sensed what was going on because Adrianna could hear her back away from the entrance.
“You want to do this here?” she asked.
Sam stalked toward her until he had her flat up against his rock-hard body. “We’re going to finish what we started here four years ago.” Without waiting for her respon
se, he clamped his hands around her hips and hoisted her up so that she was straddling him.
Shivers snaked through her. She’d just been with him barely two hours ago and here she was, ready to go again. How was that even possible?
Clearly he’d cast a spell on her. Heat flooded her pussy as he gripped her ass and started walking toward one of the empty stalls near the back of the barn. This was definitely going to be something she’d remember for a while to come.
Chapter Four
Sam cupped Adrianna’s ass as he headed toward the same stall he’d first seen her naked in. The only regret he had in life was not finishing what he started that night but he sure as hell was going to follow through now.
He’d always had a healthy sex life but nothing could describe the burning hunger he experienced now that he’d tasted Adrianna. She was like a drug.
An intoxicating, blinding, mind-numbing drug. He’d already warned all the men to stay away from the barn.
As he turned to shut the gate behind them, Adrianna gasped in his arms. “What is this?”
Without looking he knew what she was talking about. He’d brought two large quilts to cover the bed of hay. He didn’t bother responding. “Clothes, off.”
Grinning, she unwrapped her legs from his waist and tugged her boots, then coat off. Unfortunately, another thick sweater greeted him. It might be cold but he felt as if lava was running through his veins as he watched her slowly peel the sweater off.
His breath hitched as she blindly threw it across the stall. Her breasts were barely covered by a pink lace bra.
She placed her hands on her hips. “Your turn.”
Grinning, he took his shirt and hat off but didn’t stop there. He stripped down to nothing in seconds. She let out a yelp as he advanced, pinning her to the quilt.
He loved seeing her naked but his cock surged painfully at the thought of slowly undressing her. Without him having to say a word, she tilted her hips up so he could slide her jeans off.
His hands and fingers slid over her bare ass, revealing that the skimpy hot pink number she wore was a thong. After shoving her jeans to the side, he found his discarded ones and pulled a condom from the back pocket.
Adrianna sat up and yanked it from his hands. “My turn this time.”
Dominating her and ordering her around was an incredible turn-on but he liked this side of her too.
She ripped the packet open, then placed a delicate finger in the middle of his chest. “On your back, cowboy.”
Unable to stop the grin that spread across his face, he did as she asked, quickly switching places with her. His chest fell and rose rapidly as she straddled him and grasped his cock. Slowly, torturously, she rolled the condom over his hard length.
He made a move to touch her but she leaned back. “No touching until I say so.”
“Bossy aren’t we?” But he did as she said. He put his hands behind his head because it was the only way he could stop himself from grabbing her, flipping her on her back and fucking her until they were both too tired to move.
Slowly, she reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. He’d seen and tasted her breasts but his breath caught as she bared those pink nipples he’d been having wicked dreams about. He couldn’t help but wonder if he’d ever get tired of seeing her.
She scooted up, dragging her scantily covered pussy across his cock and leaned forward just enough to tease him with her breasts. Swishing back and forth, she swept her nipples across his mouth, giving him only seconds to taste her.
Foreplay, foreplay, foreplay. The words ran through his head like a mantra but his cock won the battle. Pushing up, he flipped her on her back and nestled between her thighs.
She exhaled a quick breath of surprise. “I thought I was in control this time.”
A small chuckle escaped. “Sorry darlin’, I don’t take orders very well.”
Reaching between her legs, he pushed her thong to the side and swirled a finger around her entrance. No surprise, she was soaking wet.
The little minx was going to completely drain him. He couldn’t look at her without getting hard. Without wanting to bury every inch of himself inside her and just stay there.
She moaned and arched her back as he slid a finger into her. He dragged his finger against her inner wall, pressing against the sensitive area as he did, then pushed two digits inside. Her slick pussy clenched around him, pulling him deeper.
He leaned forward and buried his face between her breasts. He hadn’t had a chance to shave yet so by the way she nearly vaulted off the quilt, he guessed his stubble tickled her sensitive skin.
Head thrown back against the quilt, she rocked her hips against his hand, urging him to continue.
But he wasn’t quite ready for this to be over yet. Adrianna had said nothing about staying or the future. He planned to make damn sure that when the time came, she decided to stay on at the ranch for good. Sex wouldn’t keep her forever but it was a good start.
In his gut, he knew he loved Adrianna. He’d been lusting after her for as long as he could remember but he’d fallen for her four years ago. And man, had he fallen hard. He’d never seen it coming either.
But when he’d stumbled on her in the stables, it had been like something out of his fantasy. Now his fantasy was a reality and he wasn’t letting go.
As she raked her fingers across his chest and up around his neck, he reached down and cupped her tight ass, kneading and massaging the soft flesh.
“Sam,” she moaned out his name. The word was said so low if he hadn’t been kissing her shoulder and neck he might not have heard it.
His name on her lips did something to him. Something he could only describe as primal.
“Adrianna,” he growled as he rocked into her tight cunt.
Her legs clenched around his waist as they found a perfect rhythm. Everywhere her hands touched him left him burning with desire. She ran her hands down his back until she clawed into his ass.
He was barely restraining himself from coming. The walls of her pussy milked him tighter with each stroke so he knew she was close. Without warning, she let out a deafening moan and her cunt contracted rapidly as she pushed over the edge.
As she peaked, he let go of his barely contained control and let the orgasm rip through him. He threaded his fingers through her tangled strawberry blonde curls and collapsed but rolled to the side so he wouldn’t crush her.
For a few moments, they both lay there, breathing heavily and not saying a word. Finally he propped up on one elbow and fingered a strand of her hair. “Your hair’s not straight today.”
She stretched her arms above her head and sighed like a woman completely sated. “I didn’t see the point in styling it while I’m here. Why? Do you like it better the other way?” She frowned at him and pushed up on her elbows.
“Woman, I wouldn’t care if you shaved your head.” Sam leaned down and sucked one of her ripe nipples into his mouth before planting a kiss on her swollen lips. As he started to roll back against the soft quilt he groaned when he saw the time on his watch.
“What?” She shifted and laid her head against his chest.
“The lawyer for your father’s estate will be here in less than an hour.”
“Do you think I have time to get a quick ride in before he gets here?”
“What kind of ride?”
Chuckling, she sat up and reached for her bra. “No way, cowboy. I need a break.”
Sighing, he followed suit and grabbed his jeans from the floor. “You’ve definitely got enough time.”
Once they were both dressed, he pinned her against the stable wall. He didn’t know what compelled him but it was time to come clean. “You asked me why I didn’t finish things four years ago and the reason is because I was scared.”
The corners around her big blue eyes crinkled as her mouth pulled into a frown. “Scared? I don’t understand.”
He tried to find the words but his throat seized up. Okay, maybe he wasn’t ready to a
dmit everything to her. Adrianna Campbell was out of his league in a big way. If he told her that he never thought he’d been good enough for her and she rejected him…he mentally shook his head.
“I’ve got to get back to the house in case the attorney shows up early. We’ll talk over dinner,” he murmured the last words against her mouth.
She narrowed her eyes at him but instead of pushing, she ducked under his arm and left the stall. He could hear her murmuring soothing sounds to Peaches as he slipped out the back door.
Strangely enough, he was more comfortable around her than most people. Telling her how he felt shouldn’t be this hard. He rubbed a hand over his face as he made his way back to the main house. He’d get it out though. One way or another.
* * * * *
Adrianna swung off Peaches and slid to the ground. After thirty minutes of riding around the field she was somewhat refreshed. She’d wanted a longer ride but combined with her sore body—thanks to Sam—and the fact that she knew the lawyer was arriving soon, she hadn’t wanted to be late. Well, later than she already was.
Peaches stomped the ground as she led her into the stables. Obviously the ride hadn’t been long enough for the mare either.
“I’m sorry angel. I promise next time we’ll go longer.”
Peaches whinnied and shook her head in response, her mane flying wildly around her face as if agreeing with Adrianna. Sometimes she swore the animal could understand her. Grinning to herself, she picked up the green bucket full of grooming tools and continued leading toward the stall.
“Adrianna?”
She turned at the sound of Malcolm’s voice. “Hey, Malcolm.”
His face turned red but at least he didn’t break her gaze. “I’ll take care of Peaches for you.”
“That’s okay, I’ve got her.”
He shrugged and shifted from foot to foot. “I groom her every day anyway and besides, I saw that lawyer drive up not too long ago. Figured you’d want to meet with him.”
She glanced at her chestnut horse, then back at Malcolm. He was good at what he did. Hell, he’d been working with horses longer than she’d been alive. She just felt bad leaving without cleaning her horse. It was the number one rule in the Campbell household. If you ride a horse, you clean it. You don’t pass your work off to anyone young lady. She could practically hear her father’s voice echoing in her head.
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