by Eva Haining
If my stupid mouth won’t form words, I’ll just use it to show her how I feel. I grab her hand, stopping her in her tracks before crashing my lips down on hers. The scent of her perfume already has me hard as a rock. I could take her right here, right now, and not fucking care who saw me. Darting my tongue out to lick the seam of her lips, she grants me entrance, her tongue twisting and tangling with mine.
“How far away is your place?” Her breath is labored as her breasts push tight against my chest.
“Two minutes.”
“It’s two minutes too long.” Dang, I think my raging erection just got harder.
“Don’t worry, girl, you’ll be naked in two minutes and ten seconds.” I relinquish her kiss for the greater good, grabbing her hand and pulling her in the direction of my house. Her giggle is melodic as she quickens her pace to keep stride with me.
I reach for my phone, typing out a one-handed text to Ben, telling him not to expect me back for a couple of hours. Then, I get my keys out of my back pocket, ready to unlock my front door in record time.
When we round the corner onto my street, I point to my place, and suddenly Belle is the one dragging me. If I could Jedi mind-trick my door open to save two seconds, I would. We’re practically tearing each other’s clothes off before the door slams shut behind us.
Belle is wrestling with my belt, bumping off walls without a clue where my bedroom is. I hoist her into my arms and head for my room. I can’t wait another moment to get her under me. There are no pleasantries or small talk—only us—and a desire we can’t tame.
The second I set her down on the bed, I tear her shirt open and quickly unbutton her jeans, pulling them down to leave her in nothing but her bra and panties. Fuck, she looks good enough to eat.
“Tell me you have condoms this time.”
“Don’t worry, girl. I’ve got you covered.” I pull my shirt off as I walk over to the nightstand. Belle grabs the condom packet from me and rips it open with her teeth. Why is that so fucking hot?
“It’s not me who needs to be covered. Bring that big, beautiful cock of yours over here so I can slide this on for you.” Dang, I think I just fell in love.
“That might be the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me, darlin’.” Her eyes are full of need, desire written in the way her body gravitates to mine. I can’t be gentle. I’ve been thinking about this moment since I left her in that hallway three days ago. She’s been on a loop in my mind, drowning out anything and anyone else.
I fist my hand in her hair and pull her in, my lips crashing down on hers in a frenzy of want and need—a primal urge. I’ve been craving this. Her.
I’m not even out of my jeans yet, and Belle has my cock in her hand, shoving at my waistband with the other. Her lips are hot on mine, her tongue teasing me with every lick and flick. I take over, shoving my pants to the floor before crawling on the bed, pushing her backward until she’s lying beneath me, her fingers rolling the condom on. Just that small contact has me on the edge with this girl.
Stamina has never been an issue for me when it comes to sex. I can ride all night, just like any self-respecting cowboy should. Belle makes that a damn sight more difficult. Everything about her gets me hot and heavy. Her kiss is greedy as she works me with her hand. Fuck, I want to kiss every inch of her body—worship it—learn every freckle, line, and curve.
“Fuck, you taste so damn good, Belle.”
“Knox.” My name is a plea on her lips, and I know she feels the same urgent desperation as me. We have weeks to enjoy each other, but at this moment, we both need the quick and dirty release of a frenzied fuck.
“Hold on tight, girl.” She wraps her legs around my waist as I take her in one sharp, hard thrust. A roar escapes me as my lips find hers, swallowing her cry of ecstasy. I have to take a moment to compose myself, unwilling to let myself loose until I hear Belle come.
She bucks off the bed, pushing against me, taking more, letting me sink balls deep inside her before circling her hips. Dang, this girl knows how to fuck like no other. Jesus Christ! There’s no holding back on her part, and I’m struggling to tame the fire burning inside me, aching to claim every inch of her as mine.
“Oh God, Knox, yes… harder!” She rides me hell for leather, chasing her release with wild abandon. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. Her breasts are fucking transcendent as she arches back, grabbing onto my headboard as she goes buck wild. I rear up onto my knees, running my hands up her thighs, gripping her hips as I hammer into her, giving her exactly what she wants. Hard. Hot. Fucking.
I can’t take my eyes off her and where our bodies meet. When I know she’s close, I wet my thumb and slide it over her clit, watching in awe as she detonates, splintering into a million shards of blissful release. Only then do I let myself go, cascading over the edge to join her in a sensory explosion. Every nerve ending in my body is on fire as I shout her name, fucking her so hard the headboard is banging against my bedroom wall.
“Holy fuck, Belle!” I can’t stop driving into her, a new wave of ecstasy washing over me—building—fucking hell. I’m still hard as a rock, and she’s taking every inch of me, her muscles clenching around my cock, ripping a second release from my body as she falls with me, screaming my name.
When we finally collapse on the bed, I can’t breathe. I’ve never come so hard in my life and not twice in such quick succession. I’m pretty sure there was nothing left to milk from my cock, but it sure as hell felt like it.
Belle laughs as she struggles to catch her breath, her arm slung over my chest.
“Should I be concerned that you’re laughing right now?”
“Oh my, God. Knox, you are… Oh. My. God. I’m just realizing that all the sex I’ve had up until this point has been mediocre at best. Boy, you’re honestly, without a shadow of a doubt, the best sex I’ve ever had.”
“And that makes you laugh, why?”
“Because my whole body is singing right now. That feeling I get when I’m lost in the music, letting it take over all my senses, just happened to me. How is that even possible?” She’s giddy as she rolls onto her front, eyeing me as she reaches her fingers up to caress the line of my jaw.
I want to sound all cool and nonchalant like this happens all the time, but her laughter is infectious, and honestly, I’m still riding the high.
“I think I just came twice. I didn’t even know that could happen to a guy. What are you doing to me, girl?”
Her expression sobers, and she stares at me in earnest. “So, you’re happy I came?”
“Like during sex? Or coming to town?”
“Being here.” She rolls her eyes.
“The answer is the same no matter what you meant. I’m glad you’re here, and I’m really glad you just came… twice.” She holds up three fingers with a sly grin creeping at the corner of her lips.
“You missed one.”
“Well, now I feel hard done by. I might have to give you another three and make sure I’m counting this time.”
“It’s the gentlemanly thing to do.”
“I think so, too.” I flip her onto her front and straddle her, leaning in for a kiss. “And, Belle.”
“Yeah?”
“Saying I’m glad you’re here would be like comparing the Mona Lisa to a Dollar Store poster.”
“You’re pretty smooth, cowboy.”
“I’m about to show you just how smooth I can be.” I press my lips to her neck, enjoying the way her nipples tighten as she becomes aroused again. “Smooth.” I move a little lower. “Sensual.” Lower. “Slow.” As I nestle myself between her legs, I dart my tongue out, flicking it over her clit. “But, oh so fucking satisfying.”
Since Belle arrived in town, I’ve been dragging my ass every morning when it’s time to go and get started on the farm. Constant late nights fucking so hard, my muscles ache. I work on a farm, and my muscles can withstand a lot, but I think Belle is intent on riding me until I die. I wouldn’t say no either, which is probabl
y something I should be concerned about, but I’m not.
This time next month, Belle will be living her real life, making it big in music. I’ll be here doing the same old things I’ve been doing for years. Sometimes I think having a family business is a curse rather than a blessing. If I have a kid someday, and he or she wanted to do something else with their life, would they feel as hemmed in as I do? Would they resent me for it and yet feel guilty because they’re not grateful for a legacy?
My dad has worked his fingers to the bone for our farm, eager to pass it onto me when the time came. That time is now, and I can’t help wishing I could say no and forge my path without guilt or explanation.
I left Belle asleep this morning to head out to the ranch. Maddox and I have been talking about a joint venture. He wants to expand the horse therapy center and thought the farm could be part of it. Everything he touches turns to gold, so I’m all in, no matter what he asks of me. At least this way, I can branch out a little and maybe find a new avenue to spark some interest for me.
“Hey, bro. How’s it going with the singer? The whole town is talking about you.”
“What else is new?”
He shrugs his shoulders, knowing exactly how I feel. “We’ve all been there, at least those of us who had some fun doing all the things they whispered about us for. Don’t take it to heart.”
“I’m just so fucking sick of this town, Mad. I feel like I’m going to lose my mind if I keep living the same damn day over and over again. Probably not what you want to hear from a potential business partner.”
“I get it. This ranch wasn’t exactly in my plans. I thought I’d left this place in the rearview mirror. Plans change, and we roll with the punches. Now, I’m so damn glad my life got turned on its head. Don’t think that I haven’t noticed that you side-stepped the question about Belle.”
I chuckle to myself. He doesn’t miss a trick. Never has.
“We’re having fun. I like her, probably more than I should.”
“You want more than fun? You’ve been tearing it up around town lately.”
“Letting off steam. It doesn’t really matter if I want more. She’ll be gone soon enough, so I’m enjoying while the getting’s good. Make hay while the sun shines and all that crap.”
“I don’t believe you for a second, but we have business to discuss, so we’ll come back to this conversation later.”
“I’d rather we didn’t. So, tell me about this plan of yours and how my dinky little farm factors in.”
We spend the next few hours talking shop, and as I suspected, Mad is onto a winner. I’d be a fool not to take him up on this offer. It means expansion for me and some new employees, which is great. The one thing about running the farm that I love is knowing I’m helping put food on someone else’s table. It’s a good feeling.
When we’re done, I realize I have a message from Belle, and I know my mood visibly shifts when Mad gives me that look—the shit-eating grin that tells me he knows exactly who just messaged me.
Belle: I walked down to the farm, and they said you might be at your farmhouse, so I walked here to see if you wanted to grab lunch. I’m sitting on the front porch right now. You around?
Me: On my way.
Belle: Shame you’ll miss me skinny-dipping in the river.
Me: That water is only six inches deep. It’ll only cover your ankles.
Belle: Exactly ;)
Holy shit. If it were anyone else, I’d think they were pulling my leg, but Belle would absolutely do it.
“We good here? I’ve got to get going back to the farm.”
“We’re done. I’ll send you the full set of plans, and you can get back to me.”
“Sounds good.” I shake his hand and head for the door, eager to get to my empty shell of a house on the farm.
“Say hi to Belle for me,” he yells as he closes the door behind me. I flip him the bird over my shoulder as I jog to the fence line between the ranch and farm.
I’m already rocking a semi at the thought of Belle waiting for me, so I follow the dirt trail, bypassing the main farmhouse and barns.
When the house comes into view, and I spy Belle’s legs dangling over the front edge of the porch, I quicken my pace. She doesn’t make a move when she hears me coming.
“Hey, Knox. Took you long enough. You missed the show.”
“Girl, I don’t believe for a minute that you went skinny…” Fuck me. I take the steps two at a time up onto the porch, and there she is with wet hair.
“Of course, I did. Had a little roll around in it, too.”
“Well, now I’m rocking a hard-on.”
She tries to give me a sultry stare but descends into laughter as she pushes herself up onto her elbows. “I’m just playing. I washed my hair before I came down here. The look on your face and that snake in your pants was totally worth it.”
I drop down next to her, letting my legs drop over the side next to hers. “So, why did you come looking for me?”
“I’m bored. I’m used to being on the go all the time, and it’s making me feel weird just sitting around. I thought maybe I could come and help out around here on the farm. Earn my keep, so to speak.”
“You don’t have to earn anything. You’re supposed to be chilling before making an amazing record. Warming my bed is more than enough.”
“Did you just call me a whore, for all intents and purposes?” Shit.
“No, that wasn’t what I meant at all.” I turn to face her, only to see she’s silently chuckling to herself.
“You’re too easy to wind up, Knox. Relax. So, other than being your concubine while I’m here, how can I help? Seriously, I need a distraction during the day. When you get back at night, you provide all the best distractions, but I just think about Johnny when I’m alone. I’ve been writing some lyrics, but there’s only so much melancholy I can handle in my tortured art right now.”
“I’m sure there’s something you can busy yourself with. What are you good at, other than music and being a concubine?”
She shoves my shoulder in mock distaste. “I’m good with DIY. I find painting relaxing, and I’ve always gotten permission from landlords to repaint their dive apartments in the past, so they were marginally less shabby to live in.”
“Like how good, on a scale of one to ten?”
“Don’t need to use edging tape because I can freehand a perfectly straight line.”
“Dang, girl, I might have to marry you now.”
“Mock me, but you’d be lucky to marry a girl like me.”
“I’m not mocking. This porch we’re lying on happens to be my future home. I’ve been building it for the past year. None of the walls are painted, but all the supplies are inside.” She scrambles up onto her feet as if the house has just appeared before her eyes. “No way! When you say you built it, you mean you contracted people to build it, right?”
“Nope. Every beam and nail has been done by yours truly. I got a few friends to come and help me hoist up the framework, but yeah, I like working with my hands.”
“Well, I already know you’re good with your hands, but shit, Knox, this place is beautiful.” She looks at me with a hint of adoration in her expression, and it makes me feel things I don’t want to be feeling for her.
“Want to take a look around?”
“Yes!”
“Just remember, it’s not finished. I still have a lot to do, and the only piece of furniture is a bed I built a while back.”
“You build furniture? Like IKEA or literally made from chopped-down trees with your own hands?”
“You’re focusing on the craftsmanship? I made it from scratch. I make all kinds of stuff. I have a barn full of pieces I’ve been making since I was a teenager. Not sure if they’ll end up in the new house or live out their days in a musty old barn, but I enjoy the process. The bed is just the latest.”
“Yes. Back to the subject. A bed.” She wiggles her eyebrows at me. “What better way to christen a new house than hav
ing sex in your new bed.”
“You have a one-track mind, Belle.”
“Is that a bad thing?”
“Ask me that again in two minutes when I have you lying naked in my bed.” I slap her ass as I usher her inside, pushing down the gnawing feeling in the pit of my stomach.
“Get ready for a rough ride after teasing me with the thought of you skinny-dipping earlier.”
“I’m always ready for a rough ride from you, Knox.”
Eight
BELLE
Being here with Knox has been a tornado of emotions. He was there for me at the gig in Houston and stayed by my side at the hospital when I was worried about losing the only family I’ve ever known. Something like that leaves an impression—a bond of some sort.
Today I’m planning to get a room at the B&B. As much as I enjoy falling asleep in Knox’s arms, I don’t think it’s a great idea to get used to the warmth and ease I feel when I’m with him. I know he’ll fight me on it, so I figure I’ll do it while he’s working at the farm. I sort of just landed on his doorstep without asking if his offer still stood.
The B&B is a short walk from Knox’s place, so I enjoy a stroll through town, stopping at the diner to grab some lunch. Maybe I’ll get something to take Knox while I’m here.
All eyes are on me when I walk in, and I’m happy to see a friendly face at the counter. One of the guys from Mustang Ranch gives me a winning smile as I sidle up next to him.
“Hi, Jax, how are you?”
“Obviously not as good as you. I hear you’re in town on an extended booty call.”
“Oh God. Am I the talk of the town?”
“Who cares, you get yours, girl. Everyone else is just jealous they’re not getting good enough sex to warrant a trip out of state.”
“Technically, I was still in Texas, so it’s only a state-specific booty call.” He gives me a sly wink and takes a huge bite of his sandwich.
