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  I licked my lips and watched her for a while before letting her know I was in the room. Fuckin’ A. My cock was going to burst out of my jeans.

  My presence startled her and she started to stop but I urged her to continue. I wanted to watch her make herself come. I pulled the stool that was the footrest for the chair in the corner to the end of the bed so I could watch her. I slipped my t-shirt over my head and threw it to the corner of the room.

  “Take off your thong.” My voice was quiet but commanding. She hooked her thumbs in the strip of cloth and pulled them from her hips. She grinned at me and threw the thong at me. I smiled and let it hit me in the face, briefly getting a whiff of her arousal.

  “Spread your legs for me. I want to see that wet pussy.”

  Her blue eyes widened and a thrill went through me; it was a turn on to know she was doing what I told her to do. She widened her legs and a whimper escaped my lips; even in the dimly lit room I could see she was already soaking wet.

  “Finger yourself, babe. I want to see your fingers buried deep in that tight pussy.” I ran my hand through my hair, trying to control the desire coursing through my veins. I really wanted to dive onto the bed between her legs and lick and suck her until she was screaming. Soon enough…

  She plunged two fingers deep inside her sex, the sound of her wet flesh filling the room. “Yeah, like that, fuck your pussy, Rachel. Imagine it’s my cock there.”

  She moaned and closed her eyes, her back bowing off the bed. Her fingers moved faster while her other hand took her nipple between her thumb and forefinger and twisted it.

  “That’s it, don’t hold back. Come all over your hand. Then I’m going to lick it up.”

  Her body tensed and she cried out. She began to tremble and thrash on the bed as her orgasm tore through her. I began to rub my shaft through my jeans as I watched her ride out her release on her fingers. I’d been with a few women that were so quiet during sex you could barely tell if they were coming; that wasn’t the case with Rachel. I loved the noises she made when she came; there was nothing sexier.

  She sighed and opened her eyes with a smile. “Wow,” she mumbled. She started to bring her fingers from her wet pussy.

  “Stop.” I held up a hand.

  She looked at me confused and I got up off of the stool. My fingers encircled her wrist and I pulled her fingers from her. I brought them up to my mouth and licked them clean slowly, my eyes on hers. She tasted so sweet, like honey right from the honeycomb. I took the two fingers into my mouth and sucked them gently. She watched speechless, her nipples tight and her chest heaving with her shallow breathe.

  “You taste amazing,” I whispered when I finally took her fingers out of her mouth.

  She made a strangled sound deep in her throat and I couldn’t help but laugh. I stood up from the bed and began to undo my jeans. “Turn over onto your stomach,” I commanded, pushing my pants and boxer briefs down quickly and stepping out of them.

  She rolled over and my eyes moved down her back and over the perfect curve of her ass. I ran my hand over her bare flesh and leaned down to kiss one soft globe before covering her body with mine. “You have an amazing ass, Rachel,” I whispered in her ear before taking her earlobe between my teeth and tugging gently. She shuddered beneath me and I pressed my erection into the soft crack of her ass.

  “I’m going to fuck you now, Rachel,” I mumbled. “Are you on the pill?”

  She nodded.

  “Good. I’m clean. Are you?”

  She nodded again.

  “I can’t wait to really feel you around my cock.” I muttered before thrusting deep inside her with one swift movement. She cried out and I buried my head in her hair so I could pull her face around for a kiss, swallowing the sound coming from her. Our tongues danced together and my other hand slid between her and the bed to cup her breast.

  I finally tore my mouth from hers, my breath ragged. “You feel even better than I imagined you would. So hot and tight.” I rested my forehead on her neck; I wasn’t going to be able to hold back much longer.

  I got up on my knees and put my hands on her hips to pull her up against me. She reached out and clutched the bed sheets. She turned her head around to look at me. “Fuck me, Clint,” she whispered, her voice hoarse with passion.

  I growled and dug my fingers into her hips. I started to move in and out of her; I was slow at first, but she pushed back at me to meet every thrust. My movements quickened as my balls began to tingle, but I wasn’t going to come until she did. I wanted to feel her twitch and pulse around me with no barriers. One hand snaked around her and began to finger her swollen nub. She moaned and nodded. I flicked her with my fingertip while I continued to ram her hard.

  I don’t know if it was the adrenaline from the storm or what, but I was overcome with some primal animal need to completely possess her. I wanted to mark her as mine and remind her with every movement that she belonged to me.

  “Clint,” she muttered. “I’m going to come.”

  I moved faster, my strokes long and hard. “Yes, babe. Come all over my cock.”

  She pulled the bed sheets up, her fists tight and screamed into her pillow. Her sex flooded my cock with its juices as her walls spasmed around me with each ripple of pleasure. I removed my hand from between her legs and gripped her hips again. I rammed hard a few times and smacked her ass as I emptied deep inside her with a loud moan.

  I rubbed her ass, feeling the heat of where I had spanked her. I hoped that didn’t freak her out; I wasn’t into that S&M stuff that seemed so popular since those stupid books came out, but I did enjoy a good spanking now and again.

  We collapsed together on the bed, me still inside her. We rolled slightly so we were on our sides. “That was fucking amazing,” she whispered, brushing her hair from her face.

  I kissed her shoulder. “Yeah it was. You are so fucking sexy, you know that?” I asked her, running my fingertips down her arm.

  She shook her head. “Nah, you make me feel sexy.”

  I smiled and nuzzled her neck. Despite what she said, she was sexy. I loved her city girl naiveté about life on the ranch. When she smiled at me, everything else faded away. She made me want to show her all over our ranch and all over Wyoming. I loved the way she rolled her eyes at Wyatt when he flirted with her; at first maybe he was actually trying, now I think he just likes to get a reaction out of her. Ma and Eliza both liked her and that was a huge plus. If she would just open up and share with me her past, she would be perfect. I’d get it out of her eventually.

  “Do you think they heard us?” she whispered, snuggling back into me.

  “Probably,” I laughed. “These walls aren’t the thickest, but who knows, maybe the loud winds covered for us.”

  She shuddered. “I just hope Wyatt or Eliza don’t say anything, especially in front of your mom.”

  “I wouldn’t put it past them, Wyatt in particular. That’s the way we are though. We give each other hell all the time, but we have each other’s backs when it really matters.”

  “I bet.” She turned her face a little to look back at me. “You have an amazing family, you know.”

  I nodded. “I know. I’m lucky and I probably don’t appreciate them nearly as much as I should.” I kissed her neck. “Let’s get some sleep before I have to run back outside.”

  I held her even tighter against me and closed my eyes, breathing in her smell as I began to drift off to sleep. Before I finally drifted off, I had one last thought that maybe one day Rachel would consider us to be her family too.

  ***

  I woke up from my nap to find myself alone when I reached for Rachel. I sat up in bed and heard the shower running. I was about to get up and join her when I heard the water turn off. Bummer.

  She soon opened the door wearing some yoga pants and a pink t-shirt. Her hair was wet and hung around her face. Even with no make up on, she was such a natural beauty. My heart swelled; I had to tell her how I felt about her.

  She
smiled and came over to sit by me on the bed. “You were snoring up a storm so I figured I’d get up and shower.”

  “You should’ve woken me and I could’ve joined you,” I grinned back at her.

  “I thought about it,” she replied, sitting next to me on the bed so I could put my arm around her shoulders.

  We sat there quietly a moment before I opened my mouth to speak. I closed it, not sure what to say. I didn’t want to scare her off and tell her I loved her. I was pretty sure I did, even after such a short time, but the last thing I wanted to do was spook her. She needed to know that this was more than just sex for me though and that I cared for her - a lot.

  “Rachel, I need to talk to you about something,” I said. She pulled away and looked at me, her brow furrowed. I took her hand. “Don’t worry, it’s not bad. At least I hope you don’t think so.” I looked down at our hands, the fingers intertwined. She had such tiny and delicate hands where mine were so rough and calloused from all of my work on the ranch.

  I took a deep breath. “I know we just met a bit ago and we don’t really know each other, but I wanted you to know that I have feelings for you. I love having sex with you and you’re amazing, but this is about more than just sex for me.”

  Her eyes filled with tears and a smile broke out across her face. “I’m so glad you said that.”

  “I wasn’t sure but then this morning when you guys were out in that storm I was so worried. That’s when I realized how much I like you and that it was beyond mind-blowing sex.”

  “Mind-blowing, huh?” I teased her with a grin, bringing her hand up to my lips to kiss it gently.

  “Uh uh,” she nodded. “Like whatever that was you did when you came in here…telling me what to do…seriously hot. I’ve never gotten myself off in front of anyone before. So hot.”

  “Babe, our games have just begun.” I pulled her to me for a kiss. I heard a rumble of thunder in the distance and I leaned my head back against the headboard with a groan. “Shit. I gotta hop in the shower and go back out before the second set of storms roll through. We need to make sure we have enough gas for generators and all that too.”

  She climbed off me with a sigh and I stood up. “I’m going to shower in here if that’s ok.”

  She nodded. “Sure, I’m going to go back out there and see if your mom needs anything.”

  I reached out and grabbed her arm, pulling her to me. “Thanks for the nap,” I winked down at her.

  “Any time,” she winked back and I kissed her softly before slapping her ass. “See you out there.”

  She squealed and laughed as she walked out the door. I watched her as she left, not heading to the shower until she was gone. I whistled as I showered. I was happier than I had been in a long time. Things on the ranch were damn near perfect as it was, but now that I had Rachel, they were even better. I was one lucky dude and I wasn’t going to do anything to mess that up.

  Chapter 15 – Rachel

  It wasn’t long before I settled into a nice routine on the ranch between work and my relationship with Clint. I became more comfortable in my duties and was happy to help them. Eliza and Mary were good teachers and I was soon able to help take care of the business side of things at the ranch with little instruction or direction from them so they could focus on other things.

  Everyone on the ranch now knew about my relationship with Clint. Honestly, I’m not sure how much of a secret it had even been. We were openly affectionate around the rest of the family and took turns staying in each other’s room. I still hadn’t told him about him and why I left Buffalo. He would start to ask me questions about my past, but I would blow them off and change the subject.

  He hadn’t been kidding when he said the games between us in the bedroom were just beginning. He was insatiable and I wasn’t complaining. He’d stirred a sexual awakening in me and every night was full of amazing sex. Sometimes he’d be hard and fast and slow and sensual other nights.

  Despite growing up in the city, I adjusted to country living quite nicely. One of my favorite things to do with both Eliza and Clint was to go horseback riding around the property. Seemed I was a natural rider and took to it quickly. I even ended up with another pair of cowboy boots so now I had one for kicking around the ranch and one for when we went out.

  And we went out often. Eliza liked to socialize and she was constantly dragging me out with her. Many times I could convince Clint to come, but often he would be tired after a long hard day and would want to stay in.

  It was a Thursday night and we were cleaning up from dinner. “Eliza wants me to go out with her tonight.”

  “Again? That’s like the third time this week and it’s not even the weekend!” he mumbled.

  I shrugged. “I know, but she wants to.” I wasn’t sure what Eliza was looking for when we went out. She didn’t really drink a lot, so that wasn’t it and she ended up spending most of her time with Wyatt’s friend Jackson anyway. Maybe she could meet him out and I could stay home.

  “I think you should stay in.” He wiped his hands on a towel and leaned back against the counter, crossing his arms over his broad chest.

  “Excuse me?” I asked, putting my hand on my hip. Had he seriously told me what to do?

  “You heard me; I think you should stay in with me.” He pushed up off the counter and started walking into the family room. “You guys go out too much. And I don’t like all those guys checking you out or dancing with you.”

  I stood there with my mouth open slightly. I’d just left someone not too long ago that liked to tell me what to do; I wasn’t about to put up with it again, no matter how good his ass looked in a pair of jeans.

  I threw my dishtowel on the counter. “Well, I’m going.” I marched back to my bedroom to get changed. I was going to go out with Eliza and I was going to make sure I looked good. No man was going to tell me what to do. I put on the shortest jean skirt I could find and my low-cut tank top. I slipped on my cowboy boots and decided to leave my hair down tonight.

  I was in my bathroom putting on some eyeliner when there was a loud knock on my bedroom door. “Rachel, open up.” I smiled at my reflection; I’d locked my door so he couldn’t barge in.

  “I’m busy. We can talk tomorrow.” I called out to him, turning back to my make up.

  “Rachel,” he said sternly, steeling my resolve to not talk to him right now.

  “Go. Away.” I called back with clenched teeth.

  I relaxed when I heard his footsteps finally walk away from the door. I finished getting ready and went to find Eliza. She was in her room, throwing some things in her going out purse.

  “Ready to go?” I asked. I was anxious to leave before Clint cornered me.

  “Just about,” she replied. “What did you do to piss of my brother so bad?”

  I crossed my arms over my chest. “Nothing,” I mumbled. “He said I shouldn’t go out.”

  She laughed. “That’s it? He told you not to go so you decided you were going to anyway?”

  “Something like that,” I sighed. “Listen, before I came here, I had a boyfriend that was very possessive and controlling. Eventually, he hit me. He gave me that bruise I had when I first came here. I vowed that never again was I going to be with a man like that.”

  “Oh Rachel,” she said, coming over to me and putting a hand on my arm. “I’m so sorry you dealt with that. You know my brother would never hurt you, right?”

  I nodded. “I know, but when he talked to me like that, it spooked me.” I sat down on her bed and put my face in my hands. I knew in my head I was overreacting, but in my heart I had this nagging feeling; what if he turned out like Seth?

  She threw her lip-gloss into her purse and reached out for my hand. “Come on, let’s go. We’ll dance, have a few drinks, and you can forget about it for a bit. When we get back, you guys can kiss and make up.”

  I didn’t say anything but took her hand and let her lead me out the door. We said goodbye to Mary, ignoring Clint as he sat on the couch f
lipping through the channels. I bit my lip to fight back the tears as we got into Eliza’s truck. I’d hoped he would stop us before we left and apologize to me for being such an ass. Guess not.

  We drove to the saloon in silence. I didn’t really feel like talking and I was trying to figure out what I was going to do next. Should I leave? I would hate to do that to Eliza and Mary after all they’d done for me, but maybe I’d read too much into what Clint and I had going. Maybe now that he had me, he would become controlling; after all, life on the ranch seemed a little bit old fashioned in the roles of women. The men went out and worked all day while the women stayed and took care of the house.