Goodbye Girl (Hidden Lane Ranch) Page 6

  His eyes darkened as I sucked his fingers and he pulled them out suddenly. He reached over me to the nightstand next to the bed and opened the drawer. He pulled out a condom and ripped it open. He rolled it down over his cock with trembling hands.

  When he was done, he moved over me, covering my tiny body with his larger one. The head of his cock probed my entrance and I wiggled my hips beneath him as if to get him inside me quicker.

  “Patience, babe,” he said through gritted teeth. He took his cock into his hand and slowly guided it inside me, letting my body get used to him. I’d been right in thinking he was bigger than anyone I’d ever been with before and for a moment I thought he was going to split me in two.

  When he got about half way inside me he stopped, looking down at me. “You’re beautiful, Rachel, and so sexy,” he mumbled. “Ready?”

  I nodded and he slammed the rest of the way into me. I cried out his name and grabbed his arms that were braced on either side of me. I dug my nails into his flesh as he lay on top of me, inside of me.

  “Damn you feel so good around me…so warm and wet,” he murmured into my neck.

  He raised himself above me and started to move in and out of me, pulling almost all the way out before slamming all the way back in. I wrapped my legs around his waist and began to meet his every thrust, pushing my hips up off the bed.

  He looked into my eyes as he moved in and out of me. I wasn’t used to such intense eye contact during sex and when I tried to close my eyes, he scolded me. “No, Rachel, I want to look into your eyes when I come inside you…when we come together.”

  I shuddered at his words and he clasped my hands in his, holding them above my head. He tilted his hips in a way that his pubic bone was grinding against my clit; I was going to come again and this time I was afraid I would shatter into a million tiny pieces.

  “Come with me, babe,” he whispered harshly, his thrusts getting faster.

  I nodded, unable to speak. He let go of one of my hands and reached down to pinch my button gently and I came undone suddenly. My back bowed off the bed and I started to cry out but the sound was muffled by his mouth as he came down to kiss me. He moved his tongue in my mouth, mimicking the movements of his cock inside me. He stopped kissing me and leaned his forehead against mine as he moaned and shook from the force of his own climax.

  We stayed in that position for a few minutes, catching our breath. He collapsed on top of me and I wrapped my whole body against him. I could feel his heartbeat against mine and turned my head to kiss his temple.

  I was no innocent; I’d slept with my fair share of men in my short twenty-five years of life. But wow! I’d never had sex that good, ever. Most of the boys I’d been with had no idea what they were doing or were too eager to please or were too worried about themselves. Sex with Seth had been decent for a while before he started the drugs.

  It wasn’t just the physical part though. When Clint was inside of me, it seemed like he was touching my soul. I’d only known him a short while, but we had this amazing connection. I was glad I followed my instinct and decided to come work at the ranch.

  But what now? I wasn’t naive enough to think one night of sex meant that Clint was my boyfriend and after what I left, I wasn’t really in a hurry to get into another relationship anyway. I didn’t want him to think I was some floozy that spread my legs for the first hot cowboy that came along. So where did that leave us?

  “What are you thinking about?” he asked quietly and I mentally shook the cobwebs out of my head; I was thinking too much about it all instead of enjoying this sexy naked man on top of me. “You looked so serious for a minute.”

  “Nothing,” I said with a big smile, hoping I sounded convincing.

  “Mmhmm…Why don’t I believe you?” He asked as he rolled off of me. He lay back on the bed, putting an arm behind his head. He pulled me over to him, putting an arm around my shoulders. I nestled into his side, amazed again at how well our bodies fit together.

  I didn’t answer him; I didn’t know what to say. Maybe one day I would tell him about my life back east, but it was still too fresh in my mind.

  He played with my hair and ran his fingers along my arm. I was drifting off to sleep when he woke me suddenly. “Tell me something about your childhood.”

  I opened my eyes and leaned up, propping my chin on his chest. “Well, it was just my mom and me. My dad left before I was even born and I never met him.”

  “I’m sorry,” he said, brushing the hair from my face with the most tender of touches.

  “It’s ok. From what I hear, he was a drunk and total asshole,” I shrugged. I’d never known what it was like to have a dad, so I wasn’t really sad about not having one. You don’t know what you never had, right? “Anyway, Mom struggled like you would expect a lot of single mom’s would. We didn’t have much, but she always made me feel so special on my birthday. We would do something fun like go to the zoo or have a picnic. It was simple, but she was always so busy working, so I loved having her all to myself that day. She would make me my favorite kind of cake - fudge marble - and always made her famous lasagna for dinner.”

  My eyes filled with tears as I spoke of my mom. I thought about her all the time, but I hadn’t really talked about her to anyone in a long time.

  “She sounds amazing. Where is she now?” he brushed a tear from my cheek.

  “She died six years ago when I was 19,” I said, looking down at his chest.

  “Aww babe,” he said, drawing me tight against him. “I’m so sorry.”

  I nodded, too choked up with emotion to say anything. He dragged me onto his chest, settling his hands on the curve of my ass. “Are you ok?” He kissed my forehead.

  “I miss her every minute of every day,” I whispered before resting my head on his chest.

  “I know.”

  We didn’t speak anymore and my eyelids started to feel heavy. His fingers stroking my back gently felt soothing and I felt myself drifting off to sleep, caught in that space between reality and my dreams. Maybe I really was dreaming and I would wake up and find myself back in New York.

  Chapter 10 – Clint

  It wasn’t long before I heard her shallow breathing as she slept. I watched her for a while, her face so peaceful. I traced the bruise on her cheek with my fingertips, feeling the rage boil inside of me at whoever did this to her. If I ever got my hands on them…

  I wanted to ask her about it; I wanted to find out what she was running from and who thought it was ok to hurt her. She’d been so open about her mother; I didn’t want to push her by asking more questions. I didn’t want to risk her closing up and possibly never letting me in.

  My heart ached when I thought about her losing her mother at such a young age. I’d lost my dad not much later than she’d lost her mom, so I understood the pain she felt. There wasn’t a damn day I didn’t miss Dad.

  He would have liked Rachel. When I used to go out to check on the longhorns with him and it was the two of us, he would tell me stories about him and Ma, especially as I got older. When Hope had left me, he told me one day I would eventually find ‘the one’. He teased Ma all the time when she said she knew the moment she saw him that she was going to marry him, but he confessed to me he’d felt the same. He said when I saw her, I would know. I’d rolled my eyes at him, the pain of my break up too fresh to believe I’d ever find love again, but after meeting Rachel, I was beginning to wonder if he wasn’t right.

  I ran my fingers through her hair, my heart full of emotions. It was crazy; I’d laid eyes on this woman a little over twenty-four hours ago, but I had to admit I was starting to get feelings for her. I couldn’t tell her that yet though, or she would think I was crazy.

  I looked over at the clock and fought back a groan; it was two in the morning already. My alarm would be going off in about two and a half hours. It was going to be a long day - for a lot of reasons. I was going to be tired as hell but all I would be thinking about was Rachel and how amazing tonight had b
een.

  There was no way I was going to fall asleep with her on top of me, so I gently turned to my side, holding her tight so she moved with me. I managed to maneuver us so we were on our sides and I was spooning behind her. She sighed and wiggled back against me, making my cock stir. What if I slid inside her and she woke up with my cock buried deep?

  I reached up and cupped a breast in my hand. I was fully erect now and there was no way I was going to sleep. I teased her nipple with my thumb and she gasped but never woke up. I nudged a knee between her legs, spreading them slightly. How was I going to get a condom without waking her?

  “Fuck me, Clint,” she mumbled. She turned her head with a lazy smile.

  She didn’t need to ask me twice. I rolled back to the nightstand and grabbed another condom. I ripped it open and put it on before coming back to her. She was still on her side so I slid my cock into her from behind. She snaked an arm back around my neck while my lips traveled to her neck.

  “Sorry I woke you, babe, but you wiggled against me and my body just responds instantly to you.” I teased her nipple more, pinching it lightly, pulling it and rolling it between my fingers.

  “Right,” she gasped, pushing back against me.

  I slid my hand down her body and fingered her clit, already swollen. I teased it softly and she moaned. “Yes, just like that. Don’t stop.” I smiled to myself; it was crazy how I’d gotten to know her body in such a short time.

  I dragged my teeth across her shoulder. “Come again for me, Rachel.” I kept my finger on her, whispering in her ear how sexy she was and how wet and tight she felt around my cock. Her moans got louder and her breathing more labored until she finally cried out my name. Her walls twitched and pulsed around me with her release.

  I moved my hand from between her legs and dug my fingers into her hip. I thrust hard into her, letting her pussy milk me into my own orgasm. I growled loudly into her neck as my body tensed and shuddered with release.

  I held her tight against me, planting tiny kisses along her neck as we lay there in silence. This woman was amazing and I could get lost in her for hours.

  “I have to get up in like three hours,” I groaned into her neck.

  She turned her head to look at me. “Seriously?”

  I nodded and reached up to cup her breast and hold her tight against me. “Yes, life on the ranch starts with sun, sometimes earlier.”

  “I’m so not an early riser,” she mumbled. “I’m sorry for keeping you up so late.”

  “Hush, being here with you like this has been worth it,” I replied softly. “Don’t worry about it.”

  “Should I go back to my room so no one suspects anything?” she asked. “And shit! Your sister has all of my stuff we took from the hotel in her truck.” She started to get up from the bed but I pulled her back down to me.

  “No, I want you in my bed tonight,” I said firmly. “You can get that stuff tomorrow. Or should I say in a few hours? I’m sure she brought it inside and if not, you can get it from her truck.”

  “But she’ll know - “

  I stopped her, putting my finger to her lips. “I’m pretty sure they know what happened when we left anyway. She caught us kissing and kicked us out of the bar.”

  “True,” she said, relaxing again next to me on the bed. “I didn’t even hear them come in; do you think they’re even home from the bar yet?”

  “Um, we were a little busy and making enough noise of our own. They probably got back a couple of hours ago.” I snuggled up behind her. “Now let’s go to sleep. Tomorrow’s another busy day and I’m sure Eliza will keep you hopping until you figure out the routine here.”

  She yawned and nodded. “Yeah, I’m tired. Someone is keeping me awake.”

  “Funny,” I smirked, smacking her round ass lightly.

  She giggled and I kissed her shoulder. We were spooning again and I had her tight against me, like I was afraid she would get away if I let go even a little bit. And there was no way I was letting her get away.

  ***

  I woke up to the painful sound of my alarm. It felt like I’d just fallen asleep. I wasn’t ready to get out of my comfy bed that had a sexy naked woman in it. Even though we’d only been sleeping for a few hours, I felt like I’d slept better than I had in maybe forever.

  I let go of Rachel and she stirred as I rolled over and reached for my alarm clock. It took a few slaps of my hand, but I finally turned it off.

  “Shit, you weren’t kidding about early,” she mumbled, taking her pillow and putting it over her face.

  I rubbed my eyes and grinned, pulling the pillow from her hands, hitting her with it. “Time to get up!”

  She opened an eye and glared at me. “It should be illegal to get up this early.”

  “Whatever, sleep is overrated,” I got up from the bed and stopped to look at her. Damn, she looked good in my bed. “You can sleep when you’re dead.” I came over to her side of the bed and held out a hand. “Now you can lie there for a few more minutes or you can join me in the shower. I can wash your back.” I winked at her.

  Her eyes moved over my body and she reached out to grasp my semi-erect cock. Please let her say yes. I wasn’t ready to leave her just yet. “Hmm…shower huh? Do you have enough room in there for two?”

  “Oh yes,” I leaned down and scooped her up into my arms. She laughed and put her arms around my neck. I would probably be late and catch hell from Wyatt, but I didn’t care. I needed another Rachel fix before I started my day.

  I carried her to my bathroom and set her down so I could turn on the water. It wasn’t long before the bathroom filled up with steam. I stepped into my shower and turned to offer her my hand. “Ready?”

  She grinned and took my hand. “Yes.” She stepped inside and I quickly pulled her against me, my erection pressing hard against her stomach. My hands cupped her face and I teased her lips with my tongue before kissing her hard. I pulled away and grinned down at her as I spun her around carefully so she wouldn’t slip on the wet shower floor and held her against the wall. I began to sink to my knees in front of her and her head fell back as her eyes closed.

  “They say you shouldn’t skip the most important meal of the day,” I mumbled into her skin as my lips traveled down her stomach.

  Chapter 11 – Rachel

  Clint snuck out of the bedroom after one last passionate kiss. Our ‘quick’ shower ended up taking a bit longer when he decided to go down on me until I came a few times and then held me up against the shower wall while he fucked me.

  I felt a tingle deep in my womb as I thought about how many times he’d made me come in just the last twelve hours. My body was sore in all the right places from our night together.

  I looked around the room for my clothes, finding them scattered all over his bedroom. As I walked around picking them up, I took the time to check out his bedroom. It had been dark when we got here last night and I hadn’t had a chance. It was just like I would expect from him - simple with the basic furniture he needed. The room was huge and even had a fireplace in the corner. It was so warm and cozy, I imagined lots of nights snuggled in here with Clint.

  I couldn’t find my thong so I slipped on my shorts and tank top. I toweled my hair dry a bit more before pulling it back up into a messy bun. I walked to the door and took a deep breath, praying there was minimal fuss if I was caught coming out of Clint’s room.

  I opened the door, surprised to see the lights at the end of the hall and hearing noises coming from the kitchen. He wasn’t kidding when he said life started early here on the ranch. I’d never been one to get up early; I was usually a night owl that stayed up late and slept the morning away. Guess that would have to change here. I hoped they had a lot of strong coffee.

  I managed to slip into my room unnoticed and I silently thanked Eliza for putting me in the room right next to Clint’s. I noticed my bags on the bed with a piece of paper. I walked over to it and smiled when I read it. It was from Eliza and just said she figured I could
use them in the morning.

  I pulled out some fresh clothes, including another thong, and my make-up and headed into my bathroom. I undressed again, noticing the marks Clint had left on my body. There was nothing obvious, just little bites and some whisker burn that no one would even notice except me. I reached up and cupped my breasts, squeezing them as I thought about his lips on my nipples. Fuck, he’d gotten me off more times than I could count, but one thought of him and I was already on edge again.

  I jumped at the sound of a knock on the door. “Rachel, are you up?” It was Eliza.

  “Be right there,” I called, throwing on the rest of my clothes and running to answer the door. I opened it and there she stood, looking like a million bucks; didn’t she ever have a bad hair day. Her jet black hair was pulled back again in a high ponytail, but this time it fell down her back in waves. Her makeup was perfectly done, looking like a professional had done it. How did she look so good this early?