Goodbye Girl (Hidden Lane Ranch) Page 5

  I didn’t know country music at all, but he looked pretty proud of himself when he turned me around and held me against him, wrapping his arms around my waist. “I love this song,” he whispered into my ear, causing a shiver to go up and down my spine.

  “What is it?” I asked, my lips brushing his skin.

  “It’s an old Brad Paisley song called ‘We Danced’,” he replied, holding me even tighter. He turned to grin at me. “Something tells me that you aren’t all that familiar with country music.”

  I shook my head and smiled. “No, let’s just say it’s not all that popular where I’m from and with the people I hung around.”

  “That’s ok, city girl, we’ll countrify you yet,” he laughed and his hands moved from my waist to settle on the curve of my ass and pressed me against him. “This is one of my favorite songs. It’s just a simple love story.”

  We were quiet the rest of the song, holding each other. I listened to the words of the song he seemed to love so much, the whole time aware of every movement, running a hand down to feel the hard muscles in his arms.

  This was a man who worked for a living and he worked hard. He was probably one of those guys that rose when the sun came up and didn’t relax until it went down. He made an honest day’s living. Not like him.

  His finger was on my chin, guiding me to look up at him. “What ya thinking about?” He asked softly.

  I shook my head. I was here to forget the past and move forward. “Nothing,” I said with a small smile, hoping I sounded convincing. “I’m just listening to the song.”

  He nodded and ran a finger down my cheek. “You looked deep in thought there.”

  I shrugged, not sure what to say. I wasn’t ready to share my past with him; maybe I never would be. I wanted to forget about that part of my life and have a fresh start.

  The song ended and a fast paced song followed behind it. I was disappointed there wasn’t another slow song; I wasn’t ready to leave the safety of Clint’s arms. Eliza came over and grabbed my hand, pulling me away from her brother. He laughed as I gave him a helpless look, holding up his hands in surrender.

  “I love this song!” she exclaimed, moving to the music.

  “I have to go to the bathroom,” I leaned over and said. “I’ll be right back.”

  She nodded and closed her eyes, getting lost in the music.

  I turned and walked down the hallway towards the bathrooms when someone grabbed my arm and spun me around, pushing me against the wall. Clint!

  He held me tight, pinning me against the wall so I couldn’t get away, but I didn’t want to anyway. His dark eyes bored into mine and my heart began to race. “Rachel, I’ve been dying to kiss you all night. You’re lucky we were on a crowded dance floor back there or I would’ve ravaged you. You feel so good in my arms, like you belong there.”

  I was speechless as I listened. No one had ever said anything like that to me before. My face felt warm and desire coursed through my veins. I’d been thinking about kissing him all night too.

  His hand came up and cupped my cheek. He leaned in and crushed my lips with his, kissing me hard. His lips moved over mine and I wrapped my arms around his neck, my fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.

  This time his hands moved from my hips down to cup my ass firmly. His erection pressed against the inside of my thigh and I was sorry I wasn’t wearing a skirt so he could easily take me right there.

  I’m not sure how long we were making out in the hallway when I heard someone clearing their throat.

  “There you are, Rachel. I was beginning to worry about you.”

  Shit, busted by Eliza! We broke apart, and I looked at her sheepishly. I wasn’t sure what to say; I didn’t know how she’d feel seeing me going at it with her brother.

  She grinned and looked back and forth at us. “It’s about time you two kiss. Now get out of here - both of you.” She turned and headed back into the bar, not giving us another glance.

  I looked over at Clint and he laughed. “Wanna go back to the ranch?”

  I nodded, a little bit scared of what was going to happen when we were alone. “Sure.”

  He didn’t say anything, just grabbed my hand and lead me to the door. Why did I keep getting myself into these situations with this man?

  Chapter 8 – Clint

  Maybe I was making a mistake being so bold with Rachel and taking her home early, but I was pretty sure I hadn’t misread the signals.

  We left the bar and I led her out to my truck. I helped her inside my lifted Chevy Silverado. I didn’t need much in life and considered myself a pretty simple guy, but I did like to have a nice truck.

  I sucked in my breath as I walked around to my side of the truck. Never in my life had I been so nervous and excited to be with a woman. I felt like a horny sixteen year-old about to have sex for the first time. Would we have sex? Or just make out some? I wanted her but if she wanted to slow down and put on the brakes, I wouldn’t argue. I didn’t want to scare her off.

  I hopped into my side of the truck and started it up. She jumped and looked at me at the loud rumble and I couldn’t help but laugh at the look on her face.

  “Not used to loud high trucks, are you?” I smirked as I backed out of my parking spot and drove down the street. Other than the few bars open at this time of night, the streets were pretty empty. The town pretty much went to sleep around six o’clock every night.

  She shook her head, her blonde ponytail bobbing behind her. “Where I’m from they drive cars more like in the movie ‘Fast and Furious’. You don’t see many pick-up trucks.”

  “Where are you from, Rachel?” I asked, hoping I wasn’t being too forward. She was so mysterious and even though that bruise was better hidden today with makeup, I didn’t forget it was there.

  “New York,” she said, turning to look out the window and I was guessing that was my cue to quit asking personal questions.

  We rode the rest of the way home in silence and I hoped I hadn’t wrecked the mood by prying.

  I pulled into the long driveway and as we approached the house, I noticed there weren’t many lights on; hopefully Ma was in bed and wouldn’t surprise us by being up.

  I parked the truck in my usual spot in front of the house and we headed inside. I started to unlock the door, painfully aware of how close she was to me, catching another whiff of her floral shampoo. Just as I was about to open the door, she put her hand on my arm.

  I opened my mouth to ask her what was wrong when she threw herself into my arms and pressed her lips to mine. She almost knocked me off of my feet before I had a chance to catch my bearings and she wrapped herself around me. She teased my tongue with hers, gasping into my mouth when I grabbed her ass and lifted her so she could encircle my waist with her legs.

  The kiss ended, our foreheads pressed together as we both tried to catch our breaths. “I’m sorry,” she mumbled, leaning down to trail tiny kisses down my neck.

  I groaned at the feel of her lips on my skin. “Don’t be,” I replied, my voice hoarse with desire. “Let’s go inside.”

  She leaned back and nodded at me, catching her bottom lip in her teeth. Fuck, I wanted her.

  I opened the front door with her still in my arms and she laughed. “You know you could put me down.”

  “I know.” I stopped in the middle of the kitchen and slid my hands under her tank top, touching her smooth skin. “I like carrying you.” She was so tiny and light; I could carry her around easily.

  We walked down the hallway, her still giggling in my ear. “Shhh…Don’t wake Ma,” I whispered. She looked at me seriously and brought a finger to her smiling lips and this time I was the one laughing.

  When we got to the end of the hallway and my bedroom door, I stopped. I held her against the door and reached up to touch her face. “Rachel, there’s no turning back once I open that door. If we go in there, you’re all mine tonight. I’m going to take off your clothes and do things to you that will make you blush when
you think about it tomorrow. I plan to please you until you beg me to stop but you know what? I’m not going to. I’m going to keep going until I make you pass out with pleasure.”

  Her eyes were as wide as saucers when I got done talking. Had I scared her?

  “You won’t just be mine tonight either. You’re off limits to Wyatt and his friends. I don’t like to share. Understand?”

  She swallowed and nodded. “Good,” I said, leaning down to kiss her, showing her with my lips and tongue what I was going to do to the rest of her body. “Mine,” I said fiercely when the kiss ended.

  I opened the bedroom door and carried her inside, shutting and locking it firmly behind us. I was glad my words didn’t scare her. I set her down on the bed and stood up. I removed my t-shirt, throwing it to the corner of the room. She reached for the hem of her tank top and I shook my head. “No, no. Let me undress you.” I kicked off my boots and climbed onto the bed with her. I couldn’t wait to feel her skin against mine.

  I sat across from her on the bed and took her tank top off, leaving her in her jean shorts and purple lacy bra. I ran a finger across her chest, just above her cleavage and watched as her chest moved with her labored breath. I pulled her closer to me, hooking her legs over mine so she was in my lap, a leg on each side of me.

  I snaked my arms around her back and unclasped her bra. I slowly pulled it from her, fighting back a groan at her pink tight nipples. I tossed her bra onto the floor next to the bed. “Beautiful,” I murmured. I cradled her face in my hands and kissed her again, this time slower, reveling in the feel of her warm naked skin against mine. I slid a hand down and cupped a breast in my hand; she was the perfect size, fitting nicely in the palm of my hand. I teased her already taut peak with the pad of my thumb, eliciting a groan from her lips.

  “Now I’m going to taste you,” I muttered into her lips before laying her back on the bed. I reached down for the clasp on her jean shorts and undid them, unzipping them before sliding them down her legs. She was wearing a tiny little thong that matched her bra and my cock jumped in my jeans. I was pretty sure I was going to have to remove that slowly with my teeth very soon.

  I covered her with my body, looking down at her with a smile. She reached up and touched my cheek with her hand and smiled back at me. I bent down and started my assault on her neck. I licked and nibbled and sucked the soft skin of her neck until she arched into me. I slithered down, running my tongue across one nipple before moving to the other. I moved back and forth, giving them both equal attention before sucking one into my mouth. She moaned and her body bowed off the bed. I looked up at her and her eyes were closed; there was nothing I loved more than to watch a woman in the throes of pleasure.

  I grazed a nipple with my teeth and licked it again. I did the same to the other before taking one between my teeth and tugging gently. She whimpered and I slid a hand down between her thighs, running a finger along her cloth-covered slit. She was already soaking wet and I wasn’t going to mess around anymore.

  I moved between her legs, my erection almost painful in my jeans. Before spreading her wide, I grabbed the flimsy fabric of her thong between my teeth and slide it slowly off of her. She lifted her head off the pillow and watched me finish undressing her without using my hands at all. When I tossed it aside, her head fell back on the pillow and I put my hands on the inside of her thighs, pushing them apart.

  I studied her sex for a second, admiring the small landing strip she had, the rest of the area waxed clean. “So sexy,” I mumbled, running a finger across her, spreading her wetness around her swollen flesh. I leaned forward and swiped my tongue up to her clit, stopping just before the sensitive button. Just like I figured, she tasted amazing, better than the sweet honey we had here on the ranch; I couldn’t wait to dive in.

  She made a sound deep in her throat, threading my hair in her hands. I moved my tongue all around her, not stopping in one place and avoiding the spot I wanted her to soon be begging me to touch. I pressed my face into her and began to fuck her with my tongue, my nose bumping her but not quite giving her the full pressure she needed.

  “Clint!” She cried out, moving her hips off the bed and grinding them into my face.

  I held her down firmly. “Not yet, babe,” I whispered against her flesh. I took a finger and slid it easily inside of her. She was so warm and wet, I couldn’t wait to bury my cock deep inside her tight tunnel. I added another finger and began to move them in and out of her. I reached deep inside and touched the sensitive patch of nerves on the inside wall of her sex and licked her swollen nub quickly.

  She began to tremble and twitch around my fingers. I make a ‘come here’ motion with my two fingers and her whole body tensed before she cried out and came hard all over my hand. Her juices covered my fingers but I didn’t stop moving; instead, I placed my lips around her clit and sucked gently. She was panting now and muttering incoherently. She was pleading for me to stop, but I wasn’t going to until she came for me again.

  I added a third finger, still sucking on her and she started swearing as another orgasm ripped through her. I held her down as she tried to thrash around on the bed, keeping my lips on her until I had every last ripple of pleasure from her.

  She collapsed on the bed like a wet noodle and I couldn’t help but grin. I was rock hard now but the way her body reacted when she came made it worth the wait. I could listen to those noises all day.

  “Clint,” she mumbled. I kissed the inside of her thigh softly and moved back up her body. A thin sheen of sweat covered her body.

  “What’s wrong, Rachel?” I asked softly, brushing the hair from her face.

  “I need you inside of me.”

  I reached for the buckle of my jeans. Who was I to refuse her?

  Chapter 9 – Rachel

  Holy shit, that man was good with his tongue. I wasn’t surprised really; he seemed to be good at everything he did. Now I needed him inside me. I wanted to feel the weight of his body on top of mine and be completely full from him.

  I watched as he undid his belt buckle. My eyes moved up across his chest; he was tan and all muscle and had those ‘v’s’ that I’d only seen on pictures of male models. His body was amazing.

  He got up off the bed and pushed his jeans down, revealing his tight black boxer briefs. They clung to him, showing off the outline of his huge cock and the wet spot at the tip from the pre-cum that had leaked out. I’d never been with anyone that big and for a brief second I was scared he was too big.

  “Finish undressing me, Rachel,” he murmured. At first, I wasn’t sure about this new dominant side I was seeing since getting back to the ranch. When he claimed me before we came into his bedroom, I both wanted to slap him and beg him to fuck me. I had to admit, I was starting to love his ‘take charge’ attitude but I was still a little bit conflicted. My hormones got the best of me though and desire took over.

  He stood next to the bed and I reached out, my arms still trembling from the two mind-blowing orgasms he’d just given me. I hooked my fingers in the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down, gasping when his manhood bobbed free. I propped myself on my elbow and leaned my head forward, licking the drops of pre-cum. He sucked in his breath and groaned, pulling my hair out of the ponytail and burying his hands in it.

  “Fuck, babe,” he muttered as I got bolder, licking harder, taking long strokes along his shaft. I took the tip into my mouth and sucked gently, a hand moving down to cup his balls.

  “Jesus,” he mumbled.

  I took him further into my mouth, working his cock with my mouth, tongue, and hands. He was twitching in my mouth and I had a feeling he was close to his release. I wanted to taste his essence, his manilness.

  He put his hands on my shoulders and gently but firmly pushed me back. “Not like this,” he said, looking down at me. “Later I want to come in that pretty little mouth of yours, but right now, I want to be inside you.”

  I laid back down the bed, my body trembling at his words. He stepped ou
t of his boxers and lay down on the bed next to me. He ran a hand along my thigh and up to my sex. He slid it inside me and my walls clenched around him. “I love how responsive your body is to me,” he murmured, adding another finger and fucking me slowly with them.

  “Clint, fuck me, please,” I pleaded, feeling the pressure building deep in my belly again. In the past, I could barely orgasm once when I had sex and now I could feel myself on the brink of a third.

  He grinned down at me and removed his fingers from inside me. I whimpered, feeling empty now. I’d never felt such a need to be filled by a man. He brought the two fingers that had been inside me up to my lips. I took them into my mouth eagerly, sucking my juices off of them.