Chapter 8
Emery
Thursdays were my days off. Every other day of the week I worked at least a partial shift at the clinic or urgent care, and I was happy to do it.
But unless I was covering for someone else, Thursdays were my day to sleep in, laze around, or maybe take a ride.
I’d never been as big a horse person as the rest of my family, but it was still in my blood and I still enjoyed riding.
I wandered downstairs somewhere around ten o’clock, which meant everyone else had been up for four or five hours. Unsurprisingly, there wasn’t a whole lot of breakfast left and Mom was starting on lunch prep. What was surprising was that she was sitting down, fanning herself with a dishtowel.
I froze halfway to the warming plate, where Mom kept a plate of breakfast for me. “You good?”
Instantly, she smiled. “Yep. The oven’s been on all morning and I’m not turning on the air conditioning yet. I refuse!”
The tone was playful and sounded normal, so even though I gave her a critical eye, I took her word for it.
“Whatcha making?
She shot me a glare. “Lasagna.”
“Oooh. That’s right! Isley is coming home today,” I teased.
“Watch your tone, bucko.” The glare turned into the Mom look that said I was getting close to the line.
She still pulled it out on occasion, though she was generally good about treating us all like adults.
We were grown now, with our own lives, for all that most of us still lived at the ranch.
But every once in a while, she was still the mom and we were still the kids.
I held up my hands in surrender and waggled my eyebrows.
I was rewarded by her laugh and she made a shooing motion.
I got my breakfast, poured a cup of coffee from the ever present carafe, and decided to eat out on the porch.
The weather was beautiful this time of year and I didn’t get to enjoy it enough, since I was working so much.
Juanpablo called out a braying greeting and I broke off a corner of my toast to feed to him.
He trotted closer to the fence as I approached, gobbled up my offering, flicked his giant ears at me, and turned away.
I chuckled, knowing I was dismissed. That donkey loved my mom, Payton, and Hawk, in that order, and barely gave the rest of us the time of day.
He was an excellent watch donkey though.
Almost made all the plans Ville was making for security moot.
Honestly, if we could let Juanpablo roam free, we wouldn’t have to worry about strangers at all.
Not only would he alert anyone in a mile radius to the trespassers, he would also kick the shit out of them, trying to get them to go.
Which, now that I thought about it, would be a lawsuit in the making.
Better to stick to the gates and the cameras.
I was just about done with breakfast when Ville sauntered up to the house from wherever he had been.
He made my mouth water, looking like a snack in his T-shirt and jeans.
I shoved the last bite of food into my mouth, washed it down with the rest of my coffee, and stood just as he walked up the steps.
“Morning.”
I gave him a very obvious once over that had him grinning. I pointed at him. “Stay there.”
I ran inside to put my dishes in the dishwasher, ran upstairs to wash my hands and brush my teeth, stopped by my room, and then jogged back outside.
Ville had not stayed put, but he hadn’t gone far.
He and Juanpablo were having a standoff.
The donkey had his ears pinned back and his upper lip lifted in a Flehmen response.
It would have been interesting to watch the interaction play out, but I didn’t have the patience for that. Not right now. I had nothing but free time and a man to defile.
I grabbed Ville’s wrist and tugged. Not that the man would be moved if he didn’t want to be. He just stared at me, eyes darkening, and a smirk crossing that gorgeous mouth. All right then.
“Sugar, just looking at you has me hard enough to pound nails. So how about you move that perfect ass and we find a place where you can have mine?”
Ville sucked in a breath and then moved faster than I could track. I was suddenly over his shoulder, and his big paw grabbed one ass cheek and squeezed. I let out a wicked moan just to hear him groan in response.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” he muttered. He slid his finger over just a little, so he could press my hole through my pants. My cock was so hard I was leaking. It was a good thing I was wearing black sweats.
“Don’t worry. I’m ALS certified.” He picked up the pace and I had to hang on with both arms. Not that I was afraid he would drop me. I knew that would never happen.
“I don’t know what that means,” he growled. “Fuck, I need you under me.”
I was going to answer him, but I realized he was heading toward his cabin, and I just couldn’t wait that long. I squirmed a little. “Put me down, sugar.”
He did instantly, his expression morphing into something contrite.
There was no need for him to apologize, so I just grabbed his wrist and tugged, shooting him what I hoped was a saucy wink.
Considering he snorted, I didn’t think I succeeded but I also didn’t care.
I aimed for the equipment shed behind Barn 1.
Ville raised his brows in question, but I didn’t respond.
Instead, I led him through the machinery toward the back.
There was a room we used for storage, and it mostly held old blankets and palettes.
Was it the most romantic place I could bring him to? Not even by a long shot. But it was close, convenient, somewhat soundproof, and had a working sink.
The moment I shut the door behind us, he had me up against it, kissing me for all he was worth.
I relaxed and let him lead, knowing that’s what he wanted.
It was what I liked too. I’d never been able to let go as much as when I was with Ville.
I trusted him completely, trusted him to know how much I could take, and was able to let him have complete control.
Ville ripped his mouth from mine, his lips swollen. He grabbed my jaw in one hand, fingers squeezing just this side of uncomfortable. “Get your pants off.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Ville’s nostrils flared as he sucked in a breath. Oh, someone liked that. I was good with it. I didn’t mind playing that game with him at all.
I kicked off my flip flops and shoved my pants and briefs to my ankles after grabbing the lube from my pocket.
I never took my gaze off him as he scanned the room.
It only took him thirty seconds to rearrange some of the palettes and add a few blankets on top.
I had to hold back the snicker as he tested the height, making sure it was the right level.
I stepped out of my sweats the second before he yanked me forward, then manhandled me so that I was bent over the palettes.
He kicked my ankles apart and held me down with one strong hand on my back.
All I could do was moan as I scrambled to find a handhold.
I knew it was going to be a rough ride. I wanted it so badly I could taste it.
Ville draped himself over me, fitting his hips against my ass. His jeans were scratchy against my bare skin, but the contrast only made the whole thing hotter. He took the lube from my hand even as he pressed his chest against my back.
“You want it bad, don’t you, baby? That pretty little hole is just begging for my cock.
Don’t worry. You’ll get all of me in just a minute.
” His breath washed over the skin of my neck, making me shiver.
“You don’t even need a lot of prep. I was just inside you this morning.
I’m just gonna slick you up and shove my way in. ”
I moaned and pushed my ass back, wanting exactly what he was offering. I needed it desperately. But he caught my hips, pinning me in place, his grip bruising and the blankets doing little to protect my pelvis from the edge of the palette.
Ville did exactly as he said he would. His fingers were wet with lube when he pushed inside me and he wasn’t gentle. But I didn’t want him to be. I just needed him to take me fast and hard. To be pinned in position and owned.
I nearly screamed when he forced his cock inside.
It hurt but didn’t at the same time, the pain quickly morphing into pleasure.
Ville set a punishing pace, the short, hard thrusts pushing me into the wood I was bent over.
I was going to be bruised and sore by the time we were done but I didn’t care.
He was hitting my prostate just right, which lit my body up.
Not everyone got that kind of pleasure from the stimulation, but I couldn’t be more happy that I did.
I pressed my face against the blanket, grunting every time he pressed in.
My orgasm built quickly, pooling at the base of my spine and my balls drew up.
I moved my hand, ready to stroke myself, but Ville caught my wrist and pinned it hard.
“Like this,” he bit out through heaving breaths. “Only from this. Or not at all.”
“Ville.” His name was a whine. His dark chuckle vibrated against my skin and a spurt of precum escaped the end of my dick. I sucked in a breath. “I don’t…I can’t….”
“You can,” he demanded and nibbled on my earlobe. “You will.”
He went harder, which I didn’t think was possible, and suddenly I was at the edge.
I started chanting his name, with a few “fucks” thrown in, and Ville kept the angle exactly perfect.
Then he reached down, grabbed my leg, and hiked it up just a bit.
All at once, I was screaming as I came, painting the blanket.
Ville shoved in hard, took hold of my chin, yanked my face to the side, and kissed me.
It was messy and awkward, but it seemed to be exactly what he needed, because he groaned into my mouth as he filled my ass.
All I could do was lay there and pant against his lips, my body twitching with aftershocks and an overload of sensation.