by Kizzie Hayes
“Put it on me.”
I sat up before him, not able to resist licking both his nipples. I reached for his cock and positioned the ring at the tip of his cock. I rolled it down, smoothing it down his length.
Once he was sheathed, he pulled me to him and kissed me again. We were kneeling face to face. He kissed down my neck and located one nipple. He sucked the nipple between his lips and I gasped, clutching at his shoulders. He repeated the action to the other breast while he fingered me, getting me all wet again.
Easing be backward to lie on the bed, he placed both arms by my had, supporting himself as he nudged his way between my thighs, I shifted nervously beneath him but then our eyes caught and held and I was lost. I widened my legs for him, easing my pelvis upward when his tip pushed toward my opening and delved inside.
“Oh Shane,” I gasped, eyes rolling back in my head at the first feel of him sliding deep inside my body. He stretched my tight entrance but didn’t stop. My wetness allowed him to slip all the way inside.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he grunted. He started to move slowly, rocking hips. He captured my lips with his, capturing my moans into his own mouth.
Raising my legs, he draped them over his shoulder and leaned forward to press more of his length into my body. I gasped, blowing hard at the fullness of him inside my body. He rocked harder and deeper into me, sliding out to surge ahead once more. He drove his rod hard over and over, hammering into my body. Words failed me and really, they were not needed. Each gasp, each sigh, each moan were better at evoking what I felt.
He swore over and over, grunting on each thrust. Our bodies fit well against each other, so good in fact it brought tears to my eyes. In that moment, I wanted him more than I wanted anyone else in my entire life.
“Shane!” I gasped his name. “Oh God Shane! I’m cumming! I’m cumming!”
I screamed when I came, glad that there was no one else around for miles because my voice must have echoed beyond the walls of the house. He continued pumping harder inside me, my climax causing my walls to grip his cock tighter.
“Shit!” He grunted, his face contorted and his eyes closed. His head was thrown back as he stilled, buried to the hilt in my body and joined me in release.
Chapter 7
Awkwardness settled over me immediately after we had sex. I didn’t know what he would do next and this made me very wary. I didn’t want to be the one to make the first move. I kept my eyes closed, concentrating on evening out my shallow breathing. He was still lodged inside my body and I didn’t want him to move. I felt complete.
“Shit,” I heard him mumble and then he slowly retreated, leaving me to feel empty and alone. I tried to push back the thoughts of aloneness. It was something I had battled with a lot after I lost my entire family in a car crash in my teens. I had been the sole survivor. After battling depression or a long time, I had always wanted to help teens and kids going through the same crisis.
He moved off the bed and I stayed on my back, soothing myself that his rejection did not make me less of a woman. I did not need to seek validation in him or any other man. I’d been there and done all that, sleeping with different men solely to not feel alone. It had been a bad situation in college where I always convinced myself after a first date that this would be the guy I would marry.
I refused to think of Shane that way. A onetime incredible sex experience was not going to have me thinking of how compatible we were in bed. Compatibility in bed without any compatibility in other areas of our lives spelled doom.
My eyes flew open when the bed dipped and I felt his presence. I was about to get up and get dressed but he surprised me by snaking an arm around my me and drawing closer. He nestled against my back his hand over my hip and fingers lightly brushing my tummy. He buried his head into my hair.
“Thank you,” he murmured. “I needed that more than you’ll ever know.”
“Me too,” I agreed, my heart galloping in my chest. This closeness was even more unexpected and foreign than if he hadn’t returned to the bed. I didn’t know what to make of this. Right before we had sex, he had ensured that he told me what was about to happen was nothing more than sex. This touching and cuddling didn’t feel like just sex to me. I was worried if my brain was the one making a muddle of things or if he had changed his mind. I didn’t feel comfortable asking him so soon either because I barely knew the man. I clamped my eyes shut. I’d just slept with a man I knew very little about.
“I’ve not had human contact like that with anyone in years,” he said softly, his hands tightening around me. “I mean yes, I’ve had sex but always with a woman I paid just to get me off. I’d never thought to meaningfully have sex with someone and not walk on home afterwards. Like now.”
“I’ve not been with anyone too in a long time,” I told him since we were doing confessions. “I don’t easily connect to people. I mean I am friendly and all but the deeper connection is usually missing. “
He didn’t say anything for a while but then he spoke so softly I almost didn’t hear him. “Are you saying you feel a connection now?”
I opened my mouth to deny it but then I thought better of it. “Yes, I don’t know why. It just happened the first day I saw you.”
Another long bout of silence extended between us. I almost thought he fell asleep but his breathing and heartbeat proved to me he wasn’t. I waited patiently for him to say what was on his mind. I knew it sometimes took some people longer to share than others.
“I am too fucked up for anything but a casual relationship, Wendy,” he told me.
“We all are a little screwed up in some way,” I responded. “I was screwed up for a long time. I guess, it still affects me today but I lost my family in a car accident and it wrecked everything for me for a very long time.”
“I know what you mean. I lost my daughter too.”
“I heard,” I said tentatively, not sure how he would react to the news that I had been listening about him.
“From the people in town, no doubt,” he scoffed. “But they don’t have it all figured out. They blamed my wife Maggie for leaving me. It wasn’t her fault. It was mine.”
“What do you mean?”
“When I got back from the war, wounded, I was aggressive and confrontational. We always fought and once I made the mistake and hit her.”
“Oh no.”
“Before that she asked me several times to go into counseling for army vets but I always said, I was fine. It was the last straw for her and she left. I went into counseling but it was already too late. She had left me.”
“How sad.”
“The worst part is that we connected again and she was driving down to see me. We had agreed we would take things slowly and see where it leads. But, they were both hit by a car.”
“Oh no!”
He tightened his arms around me. “Yes, Maggie died on impact but my daughter survived for me to see her again and tell her I love her. She died a couple hours after I saw her.”
“It’s good you got to talk to her.”
“I keep telling myself, it was all my fault. If I never hit her, Maggie would not have run. If I had not gotten back in touch with her, she would not have been on her way to see me.”
“Hey!” I protested softly and turned in his arms to face him. I cupped his cheek with my hand. “You can’t blame yourself for what happened. They could have met the same fate from anywhere. The good thing, Shane is that you made peace with them before they passed.”
“But I didn’t get to see Maggie again to let her know how sorry I was.”
“Did you not tell her that when you reconnected?” I asked him.
“Yes, but—”
“But nothing. This means that she knew you were sorry. If she willingly was traveling to see you, then she must have forgiven you.”
I leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his lips. I could tell he was not over his wife’s passing and a disappointed pang settled over me.
“I want yo
u to work with me on the ranch,” I told him. “Please don’t turn me down. Please say yes.”
Chapter 8
“Where’s that lover boy of yours?” Jos asked walking into the kitchen two weeks later. I bit my bottom lip to prevent the smile that threatened to surface. As far as anyone knew, I was still denying being in a relationship with Shane. Shane and I weren’t even convinced we were in a relationship. So what if we had traveled together over the course of the last week, purchasing the best horse flesh for our ranch? What if during the days we worked but at nights we had found intense pleasure in each other’s arms? What if the more time I spent with him and the more I knew about him make me feel like I was falling for the guy?
“I don’t have a clue what you’re talking about,” I denied, returning to the meatballs I had on the stove.
“Don’t you?” he pressed. “Don’t pretend I didn’t see that big ole grin on your face when I just walked in. You sure as heck tried to wipe it off your face quickly but it wasn’t quick enough.”
“I’m just happy with all the progress we have made.” That was partially true anyway. “The horses will start arriving in a day or two, then I can call up my friend Judy to join us.” Judy was a therapist/counselor who worked with kids. Along with myself, she would be the other counselor on board at the ranch. I’d received emails already from the parents and guardians of potential patients and was looking to accept our first wave of patients in a month.
“At least Shane was able to help you with that,” Jos said grudgingly.
“I never would have been able to do it alone,” I admitted. “There’s so much he knows about selecting and caring for horses. I hope I can learn from him.”
“Hopefully the right things.”
I spun around to face him. “What’s your problem with Shane, Jos? Sure cranky guy but he’s not all that bad. Anyone who has been through what he has and has survived it deserves some slack.”
“Calm down. No need to act like a lioness protecting her cub. You just get wary of people who would rather seclude themselves that be with others. I’m sorry I am not as trusting as you are.”
“You’re not still jealous, are you?”
“What?” He frowned at me. “Who said I was jealous? I don’t have romantic inclination toward you.”
I frowned at him. “Not about me. I meant from the rodeo days.”
Heat suffused his cheeks and he started backing out of the kitchen. “Oh that. Of course not. That was so long ago. Why would I still have resentment about that?”
He disappeared then before I could say anything else to him. The way he left made me frown. Why had he thought I was referring to me? I knew he didn’t have any romantic feelings toward me. I shrugged, pushing it from my mind. I’d gotten Shane to agree to stop over for dinner tonight and I was looking forward to his company.
Chapter 9
“Dinner was delicious,” Shane told me as I cleared the table. “Need some help?”
I gestured for him to sit down, feeling pleased that the night had turned out so well. “Nope. Sit down. I’ll just load the dishwasher and then…” I trailed off but glanced up at him surreptitiously beneath my eyelashes.
“You leaving the rest to my imagination?” he asked, then got up from his chair despite me telling him to relax. He handed me dishes and started working alongside me.
“Whatever do you mean?” I teased.
“Put those dishes down and I’ll show you exactly what I mean.”
He slipped his arms around my waist and upward to take hold of my breasts. I wasn’t wearing a bra beneath the strapless dress and the lack of imposing material was wicked.
“Is this what you had in mind by chance?” he asked.
“Getting warm,” I croaked, then gasped when he pinched my nipples between his fingers. “Definitely getting warmer.”
He tugged down the front of my dress, exposing my breasts. One hand returned to toy with my nipples and the other crept up the short train of the dress. His hands climbed my inner thighs and up to palm my ass cheeks. He molded and shaped my ass with his hands, locating my thong and slipping it one side.
“Now you’re hot!” I gasped. “Sooooo hot. Shaaane.”
I moaned as he cupped my pussy then began to play his fingers through the folds. He teased me, rubbing his tips gently over my clit. I spread my legs wider, undulating my hips to the slow pace of his fingers.
“That’s it baby.” He kissed my neck and continued pressing his fingers into my clit. He rubbed lower to find my slit and slipped two fingers inside my warm heath. The plate I was holding slid out of my hand and into the water. I leaned back against him, throwing my head back against his shoulder.
“Feels so good,” I moaned. It always felt good with him and each time was getting better. If we had thought the sexual chemistry between us would have died once we started to explore it, we were wrong. It had only gotten stronger.
“Tell me what you want,” he said urgently and I heard his zipper go down. I had never been happier in my life that Jos had decided upon hearing that Shane would be home for dinner, to spend the night to town. We usually took our meals together and I could only see both of them at the table giving the meal a strained atmosphere.
“I want you,” I gasped, moving eagerly against him.
“I know that,” he said on a chuckle. “But what do you want exactly?”
“Shane!” I chastised him.
“Come on, tell me.”
“For fuck’s sake, I wanted to feel your cock inside me.”
He sucked on the sensitive skin at the side of my neck. “Then I better give you want you want. You’re the boss after all.”
“Yes! Now!” I pleaded.
He unzipped his jeans and pushed them around his hips. My dress rustled around my waist, he merely peeled the thong to one side and positioned his cock against my mound. He ran the head of his manhood through the folds of my pussy, teasing me, tapping it hard against my engorged clit.
“Please,” I gasped as lights exploded beneath my eyelids. “Oh God, Shane, please.”
“Please what?”
“Fuck me!” I cried. “Please, fuck me hard.”
My desperate cry had him taking pity on me. He positioned me to lean against the counter and I spread my legs for him. I braced for the impact of him entering me and it wasn’t disappointing. He surged hard inside my body with one powerful thrust. My gasp was one of relief and pleasure. Finally, he was giving me what I wanted.
“You always feel so fucking good, Wendy,” he growled at me. “So fucking tight.”
To torture him just as much as he had tortured me, I clenched my inner muscles and heard him groan from the exquisite feel.
“Do that again,” he urged me as he retreated and filled me up again.
I clenched my muscles again, moaning out loud at the friction created and the way he pushed against my clinging walls to embed himself into my body. With each thrust, I pushed back my hips to receive more of him. His thighs slapped into my ass which shook with each of his movement. The sound and scent of sex filled the kitchen and cloaked us into our own wild world where just the two of us existed.
“Harder,” I begged him. “Please, harder.”
He fucked me harder and faster. I tried not to scream out but the mewls left my lips just the same. I did try to contain it as much as possible because there were hands which stayed in the bunkhouse and could be passing by the house. Still it was impossible to stop my pants and cried as he fucked me into an earthshattering climax.
My body stiffened under his, and he continued to pump in and out of my body. I could feel my pussy, swollen with desire, dripping its juices and sucking him into a vacuum hold. I heard his shout. He pulled me up from the cupboard so my back was pressed to his front. He wrapped his arms around me and thrust into me one last time. He bit into my neck and I gasped, feeling comforted and secure in the arms of this man who gave me so much pleasure. We held onto each other and basked on the wings
of our climax.
“Fuck,” he muttered when he was able to talk again. “How does it always feel this good with you?”
I wanted to tell him because we both wanted, no needed each other but I didn’t. I didn’t want to be the one to confess love to him. What if he thought I was being silly? We hadn’t known each other for that long after all and he had made it clear he didn’t want a relationship. No, rather than tell him, I would be patient and allow him to set the pace.
Chapter 10
“I'm so excited!” I exclaimed bounding down the stairs. “The kids are coming in tomorrow and the ranch will finally be opened.”
I bypassed both Jos and Judy in the kitchen to pour myself a cup of coffee. It was probably a bad idea since I was already feeling so giddy but I couldn't help it. I could at least drink some coffee until Shane and I went into town to pick up some last minutes supplies. We would also stop at Doreen’s Diner and get something to eat as had become our routine of sorts. After over a month of going out together, I'd come to pick up on the man’s habit. His scowl didn’t even bother me anymore because I knew the loving heart he hid inside.
“I'm sure there's a lot more responsible for that happy grin than the kids arriving,” Jos joked with a chuckle. Since Judy had arrived, he had stopped giving me attitude when I went out with Shane. I'd come to realize that he just wanted someone to fuss about. Now that Judy was here she was at the center of his fussing. I also sensed some romance budding between them and hoped I wasn't wrong. They were both great people who had helped me at various stages of my life and deserved each other.
“Hmm, I think it was around midnight that I heard her come in last night,” Judy sided with Jos.
“Midnight?” he asked. “Are you sure? I was sure it was like two in the morning.”
“You know what, Jos? I think you are right. I forgot the length of time she spent out on the porch after she got home.”
