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Knox
“We’re lucky sons of bitches tonight,” Aiden smirks as our boots click up the steps of the main outbuilding.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You’re on the schedule with me tonight, aren’t you?”
“I wouldn’t be staying in the bunkhouse if I wasn’t.” That’s the deal here. Most of the single cowboys in West Palomino County work part-time at Pleasure Ranch in some capacity or another. When we’re on the schedule, they put us up on the premises.
When it comes to being pleasure providers, Laramie is in charge of matching us up with guests. There aren’t many single women in our neck of the woods, and she does her best to give everyone a fair shot at hooking up with someone special.
“So, what makes us so lucky tonight?”
Aiden swings his head to me, bewildered. “Did you not see those three who checked in earlier? I helped this hot as fuck woman with her luggage. It took all the self-control I had not to hit on her.”
“That’s so,” I say, hoping for more information. Was Rachel one of the women who caught his eye? I don’t know if my guest came with friends or if she’s here solo. Laramie never gives us any background on who we’re being paired with, and she sure as hell doesn’t share any pictures.
“There was also a sweet, petite, curvy brunette with the biggest smile,” Aiden adds, looking all dreamy-eyed.
“Thought you liked the woman you helped with her bags?”
“And the tall one?” He lets out a low whistle. “Damn straight. That woman was fine with a body to kill for, slightly older.” He gives me his signature lopsided grin. “But I’d wager I could teach her a few things. And I sure wouldn’t mind getting an education from her.”
“When was the last time you were rotated in?”
“About three months ago. How long has it been for you?”
“Too long,” I nod when we reach the hall.
“So I’ll see you at the dance?”
“Nah. My match is staying in tonight.”
“Ain’t nothing wrong with that. Good luck.” Aiden gives me a cocky wink and cuts a left. “Don’t use all the hot water,” he calls over his shoulder and heads into the bunk area while I go to the showers. There was something about Rachel’s voice I connected with instantly. My dick liked her too because I have an erection the size of a rocket launcher. Thankfully, the one private shower is available, so I can rub one out before seeing her. It’s been forever since I’ve been with a woman. If I don’t jack off now, I won’t last long with Rachel, and I intend on savoring every second with her.
After the water’s good and hot, I get in the shower and soap up my hands. Through the steam, a picture of my dream girl appears. She’s my fantasy girl; all sun- kissed brown hair, soft and curvy... with big ripe nipples for me to suck on and a tight juicy pussy that loves to be fucked hard. I fist my shaft at the base and stroke all the way up my aching dick to the top. “You like how it feels when I slide my dick against your slippery clit, don’t you, sweetheart?” I tighten my grip, imagining I’m deep inside her. “Fuck my cock, baby, just like that...” I keep a soapy grip on myself. My heavy balls tighten. Wound up in knots, I stroke and rub faster, rougher and harder, until — “Fuck.” I bite back a moan as the climax hits me fast. My body spasms, doubling me over. Ropes of cum spurt against the tiled wall. “It’s all for you, baby,” I groan, giving her every drop.
***
I take my time shaving and changing into the jeans and button-down shirt I packed for tonight. It isn’t long before my boots click back down the bunkhouse steps. My heart starts racing as I stride to her building. I square my shoulders when I reach her door and then knock.
Please let me be attracted to her. Soft footsteps pad against the hardwood behind the door, and the brass knob rattles and jiggles. Please let her be pretty.
The door opens, and—
I’m blown away.
She’s exactly my type. Christ. My cock swells as I take in her delicate cheekbones, lustrous light brown hair, and her mesmerizing emerald green eyes. We’re trapped in each other’s stare. Apparently, the shower didn’t do the trick, not when it comes to her, because my erection has sprung back to life and is painfully pushing against my zipper. I force myself to pry my gaze away from her before I go all caveman and fuck her against the door, right here and now. But hell, there’s no safe place for me to look. It’s no use. Her body is a minefield.
Her thin white silky nightgown clings to every one of her curves, and I can see the outline of her areolas perfectly. Her nipples are as hard as my dick. “Hey, Rachel.” As crazy as it seems, the sound of her name on my lips makes me possessive. From here on out, Rachel is mine.
“Hello, Knox.” She wraps her smoky vocal cords around my name, and I’m flooded with the memory of minutes ago and the sensation of my hand locked around my aroused flesh, imagining I’m pounding into her. Like muscle memory, my cock lurches for her, desperate for a taste.
“You’re even more beautiful than your voice, prettier than I imagined.” The air between us buzzes with electricity. The raw intensity of our connection sends jolts of adrenaline through my veins. It’s like every nerve in my body is a livewire, burning in anticipation.
I’m here to fuck her. She wants me to fuck her. She asked that she be fucked. God almighty, where do I start first?
Rachel’s full lips curve into a soft smile as she demurely lowers her gaze. “Would you like to come in?”
“Never thought you’d ask.” I pick up a hint of vanilla mixed with something musky and exotic I can’t put my finger on when I enter the room. Our silence hangs in the air, thick with lust, as the fire crackles in the background. I already know I need this woman in my life. It’s insane, but I do. How will I ever leave my fantasy girl behind? Every cell in my body is screaming, kiss her, fuck her, now.
We both take a step forward at the same time, and she practically jumps backward. “So, um,” she stammers. “Should we sit first and maybe talk a little? In here? I mean, what are we going to do, just fuck on the floor right now?”
I’m about to answer with a sure, that sounds perfect to me, but she cuts me off. “The couch.” Rachel points, and I notice her hand trembling. She gestures for me to follow her.
And mercy, I can see straight through the deep V silhouette between her legs in that nightgown. I’m glued to the way her cute round ass jiggles as she sashays across the room. Fuck me, baby. I’d follow you straight to hell if that’s where you wanted me to go. The sight of her has me wound up so tight my throat is constricting.
She gives me a sweet smile and takes a seat, having no idea how much I’d like to rip that nightgown to shreds with my teeth and corrupt her in ways she’s never dreamed of. “I mean, sitting on the couch is better than being in the bedroom,” she says breathlessly. “Can you even fathom getting down and dirty, just doing it right now, with only a hi?”
That’s an affirmative, Ma’am. I absolutely can envision drilling you until you’re begging me for more. So much so I’m already dripping cum. “The couch is good,” I say, coming back to my senses and hoping like hell she doesn’t get so skittish she calls everything off.
I behave myself and sit next to her like a gentleman, giving her room. But I’m close enough to feel the heat radiating from her and to smell her arousal. Oh, it’s there, alright. I wouldn’t be at all surprised if she was playing with herself before I got here. But I’ll take my time with her if she wishes.
I’m perfectly content with sitting and talking all night. Hell, we can even skip fucking for now if she’s that jittery, but come hell, or a country without whiskey, her pussy will be mine eventually. It’s only a matter of when.
“So,” she huffs, shrugging her shoulders, and playfully bumps my hip with hers. Her sparkling gaze captures mine, and I take the cue. I gently run my hand from the top of her thigh down to her knee and watch the excitement light up in her eyes. Under that flimsy fabric, this voluptuous little morsel is soft and firm. I’m not sure why, but velvet cake comes to mind. The kind I want to taste, swallow, and possess. What the fucktardedness is up with me? Five minutes and I’m already obsessed with her. “What should we talk about?”
“There’s no need for you to feel shy around me,” I whisper, moving closer. “We both know what a private riding lesson is, sweetheart.”
Rachel stays silent but doesn’t edge away from me, either. “You asked to be fucked. My guess is you haven’t ever been fucked properly, darlin’,” I growl. “And now that I’ve seen you, I can damn well promise you, my cock is begging to fuck your sweet little pussy all night. I’m just dying to see how fucking hot you look when you come.”
She gasps and covers her mouth. I can’t help but smile. “You’re only embarrassed because I surprised you by knowing exactly what you like.”
“I ... I. Um, no one has ever talked to me that way before.”
I reach across to her shoulder; the warmth of her skin under my fingertips is so fucking delectable. “Do you like it when I tell you exactly how hard I’m going to drill your sweet little cunt, baby?” I gently tug the delicate, thin strap off her shoulder.
Our eyes meet dead on.
“Do you?” I lean in and breathe in her perfumed skin. “Does it make your greedy little cunt drip when I tell you I’m going to fuck you so deep, you’ll feel my seed in your throat? Hmm? How it will be my mission tonight to make you limp and ruin you for anyone else because you’re all mine?” I trace my lips against her velvet skin, gently making a path of open-mouth kisses up her neck and across her cheek. Slowly, I move down to just above her delicious lips.
I hold myself back from kissing her because I need to hear my shy little one admit she’s sopping for me. Her pussy is begging to be filled.
Rachel tips her mouth a fraction of an inch closer to mine. Her sweet breath caresses my skin. “Do you want my kiss, baby?” My erection is like fucking steel.
She blinks. “It’s not that I don’t want your kiss; it’s just that I’m worried I might not have an orgasm.”
“What?” I chuckle in disbelief. Well, I’ll be damned. I read her wrong. She isn’t shy at all. “You’ve actually come from only a kiss? No other touching, or rubbing up against thighs, or anything?” I moan at the thought of seeing her tits bouncing up and down while she’s straddling me, fucking me with all she’s got, and climaxing. I sneak my hand under her hem, gliding my fingers up her creamy thigh to her panties. “Kiss me.”
“No. I didn’t explain it right.” Her voice shakes, and she squeezes her eyes shut for a moment. “I’ve never had an orgasm in my entire life, and my ex-fiancé is marrying someone else on what was supposed to be my wedding day.” Her eyes suddenly mist with tears, and she blinks them away.
I straighten, ready to kill whoever the fuck made her so sad. Shit. I hiss through my teeth, sweep my hand around her waist and pull her to me. “Darlin’, your ex is a damn fool.” I nestle her body against mine, savoring the feel of her breasts against my tight chest. Her silky hair trails over my arm as I rub circles on her back. A wave of fury tingles through my veins. “You know, I could kick the shit out of him if you want.” I crane my neck to look down at her and give her a small wink.
“What?” She asks incredulously and looks up at me like I’ve grown horns. But I detect a smidgen of excitement in her eyes because, yeah, she thinks her ex-bozo deserves a good ass-kicking too.
“You know,” I say in a teasing, low voice, “only if it would help.”
Her smile is like sunshine breaking through storm clouds, and it’s the prettiest sight I’ve ever seen. “Are you some kind of a dream?” She chuckles. “You are so fucking fantastic,” comes tumbling from her lips.
“Really, now?” I tease, on fire for her. All systems go.
She nods with a mischievous grin, and I run my hands down the length of her back and cup one delicious apple cheek in each hand, pressing her against me so there’s no missing what I have, just for her, in my jeans.
Rachel stays flush against me, breathing a little heavier; she gives me a soft smile. “You’ll be my big protector, huh?”
“Oh, more than that, baby girl.” Slowly, my fingers brush her cheek, softly tracing the line of her jaw as my thumb caresses her bottom lip. She trembles beneath my touch; her eyes never leave mine. My heartbeat echoes in my ears as I draw her mouth up to mine. The space between us growing smaller and smaller, my gaze fixed on her full enticing lips until finally, I kiss her. And she is everything I knew she would be.
My head erupts in a cacophony of sensations as she melts in my arms. I close my eyes and deepen the kiss, our tongues exploring, tasting, and teasing, building into raw need. With ragged breaths and sexy moans, she responds to my every move. Gasping for breath, we pull apart and lock eyes.
“That was ...” She blinks. “Incredible.”
“I don’t think you have to worry about not having an orgasm, darlin’. Not with me.”
