CHAPTER EIGHT
Three days later
– CEDAR –
I sip my coffee while leaning against the kitchen counter.
Waking up in this house a few times in a row makes me aware of Rosy’s early morning routine.
I’m a light sleeper and an early riser.
The first thing I do when I wake up is handle my business in the bathroom and get dressed.
Then it’s time for coffee.
Rosy, on the other hand, stumbles out of bed and straight into the kitchen.
Her gorgeous hair has a “just fucked” look and she’s only wearing an oversized T-shirt, ending just above the knee.
She freezes when I hold out the mug for her to take.
The first time it happened, she squealed.
“Thanks,” she murmurs and walks over to the window.
It gives a view of the pasture, showing the early morning fog.
“My horse is arriving today,” I rumble and step up beside her.
She turns to face me.
“An Arabian stallion?”
“Nah. A chestnut American Paint Horse. My job was to break in the mare to get her ready to sell. She’s such a firecracker. Her character is gold while she’s fierce and loyal. I bought her before I even put a saddle on her.” A smile tugs at my lips while I remember the first time I laid eyes on her.
“I made the arrangements to bring her over a few days ago. If it’s okay with you I’d like to have her here as well. Of course, I’ll pay the cost of her stay here.”
Rosy takes a sip of coffee.
“It’s fine. You do the work and put her in one of the empty stalls. I’ll have Daphne crunch some numbers and let you know about the cost.”
“Daphne is the one doing the books and making financial decisions?” I ask and she narrows her eyes at me.
She turns and walks to the coffee pot for a refill.
“Yes. I suck at numbers. I’d rather work with my hands instead of my head.”
“Nonsense,” I tell her and hold out my mug.
“Your head works wonders when you’re teaching kids and adults during their riding lessons. The connections you have with your horses is a bond showing the care and trust you put in there, it’s what they give you in return. The hell with math and handling the books, there’s a job for everyone out there. I don’t like to do the books either. I did go over them, though.”
“My books?” Her eyes widen.
Why does this woman always think the worst of me?
I snort. “No, my father’s. He’s retiring and asked me to take over. Sadly, it doesn’t compare to this delightful ranch. The only thing needed at the Stellan ranch is overseeing the breeding program, everything else runs flawlessly. If I wanted to do the work I’ve done for decades on other ranches? It would mean I’d have to fire a lot of people. It’s a shame to stir up a good system. It’s also why I wanted the ranch hand job you offered.”
“So you keep saying,” she muses.
We drink our coffee in silence.
When she’s finished, she rinses her mug, places it in the sink, and states, “Work is calling my name.”
“Not just work,” I muse.
My cock is aching to be inside her again.
Her gaze locks on mine.
“Did you say something?”
Her nipples are poking through her shirt.
Pointing right fucking at me, teasing me of what I’ve barely had a taste of.
It’s been too fucking long since I’ve felt her naked under me.
My cock twitches behind the zipper when her breathing picks up and her pupils dilate.
She’s thinking–desires–the same thing I crave right fucking now.
Three strides and I have her gasping in my arms right before my mouth covers hers.
I taste the coffee on her tongue as we battle for dominance.
My hand travels up her naked thigh, finding out she’s not wearing any fucking underwear.
“You’ve been fucking naked around me every damn morning?” I growl, moving my hand to let my fingers glide through her drenched slit.
She moans and closes her eyes.
Fists tightening in my shirt as she moves her hips to try and fuck herself on my fingers.
“Give me your eyes and answer my damn question, Rosy.” My voice is drenched with lust and I’m barely hanging on.
I want to bury myself deep inside her hot, wet, tight, and wild pussy.
Especially when her stormy gray eyes find mine and her voice is laced with sass when she states, “Yes. Took you long enough to find out, though.”
Releasing a curse, I pull my fingers from her slit and smack her ass.
“I was respecting my boss.”
Her hand goes to the back of my neck, eyes piercing and voice steady she makes me an offer.
“During work hours we’ll keep it professional. Off the clock if we want to fuck, we get naked, and I’ll let you be the boss of my body. Nothing more than sex, it’s just about wants and needs.”
“Wants and needs,” I echo.
Having her under me every day while working the ranch in the meantime is a great solution for both of us.
However, it’s a risky one ’cause this woman affects me more than any other ever has.
Which means long term emotions might be thrown into the mix.
We could fuck it all up or create a perfectly balanced relationship between two people who are ranchers at heart.
“What’s it gonna be, Cedar?” she murmurs, enticing me by brushing her lush lips against mine.
There is no choice to be made when there’s only one perfect solution.
Grabbing her hips, I spin her around and slide up her shirt while I free my cock with my other hand.
Fisting myself, I let the tip slide through her pussy.
“My cock inside your pussy whenever I want, that’s what’s it gonna be, Rosy. No fucking others. If this is nothing more than sex, we won’t need to seek out others.”
“Agreed,” she moans when her pussy sucks in the fat head of my length.
I swallow hard and regret pulling out, but there’s something else we need to discuss first. “I’m clean and ready to fuck you bare. You?”
“Clean, and on the pill.” Her words have barely met the heated air around us when I shove myself to the hilt inside her sweet pussy.
Our moans, my grunts, the sound of her sopping wetness as I tunnel my cock in and out of her are loud.
They create more lust to seep into my veins and fuck her harder.
Curling my arm around her, I cover her back with my front, pinning her to the counter for more grip.
I’ve missed this. Missed her tightness and heat wrapped around me.
Her scent filling my nose, breathy moans entering my ears.
Everything about her is enticing and makes my balls tingle to release a flood of cum inside her.
This time everything is heightened.
Must be from the lack of the layer of latex between us.
Fucking a woman bare is something I’ve never done before.
This is a first, and most definitely not the last time.
From now on our little agreement involves fucking regularly bare and monogamous.
Perfection. Just like my cock filling her pussy over and over.
Her little pants, the clenching of her walls around my length, the way she pushes herself back on my cock when I slam forward.
Both of us are equally driven and want the bliss our bodies create together.
My free hand is strumming her clit.
Her oversized shirt is falling off one shoulder and it’s a free invite for me to bite down on her shoulder.
The need to mark her is overwhelming.
She clenches harder around my length, trying to strangle the cum right out of me.
Not yet. I’m not ready for this delicious lust driven ecstasy to be over.
My mouth moves to her neck, sucking a sliver of skin to give her another mark.
One I know she won’t be able to cover up easily.
I want everyone to know this body belongs to me.
Rosy is willingly submitting to my cock and is taking my cum inside her womb on a regular basis.
Fuck, that sounds delicious.
I untangle my arm from hers and grip her hair to turn her head.
Our mouths meet in a sloppy kiss.
I nip her bottom lip and pinch her clit.
With a rough voice, I demand, “Come for me. Fuck that tight pussy back on my cock and give me your pleasure, Rosy.”
The sweet balance of pleasure and pain causes the rapture she needs to explode around my length.
My name is on her lips when she explodes, causing waves of bliss to take me on a ride right along with her.
My body is overloaded from all the buildup.
The cravings I’ve had of knowing how delicious this woman felt when I had one night with her.
All while not being able to touch her for fucking days on end.
Finally. Finally, I give in and feel the cum rip from my body and enter hers.
Thank fuck I can do this all over again very soon.