30. Chapter 30
Chapter 30
Maci
F or the next few days, I lay low at the ranch. Editing and sending proof packages for my holiday mini-sessions only takes me about a day and a half. I spend quite a bit of time with Andi in the kitchen, learning different recipes and even making Nana’s chicken noodle soup one night, with molasses cookies for dessert. I’m thankful for these things that tie me to my former self, grounding me.
I also spend a ton of time with Sutton and the horses, learning about the ranch. Veda seems to enjoy our rides and Sutton grumbles every time Johnny Walker nibbles at my hair. Even Daisy makes longer and more frequent appearances around the house.
“It’s just because you spoil them with apples and carrots,” Sutton says one afternoon as we ride the west side of the property. This is the side that will expand, and Sutton and I are checking an area where he wants to add another herd.
“You know what they say: an apple a day.” I grin over at him from atop Veda.
He feigns annoyance and huffs.
“Oh, please. What would you do if your animals hated your girlfriend?”
He purses his lips. “I’m hardly going to make a judgement based on a cow.”
“So if Daisy hated me, you wouldn’t care.” I guide Veda closer to him. Over the additional riding time, I’ve gotten better at maneuvering and she’s gotten used to me so that we’re more in sync.
Johnny Walker bobs his head at Veda and shifts closer.
Sutton pins me with a look. “For one, no. I don’t care who Daisy likes. And for two, stop controlling both of the horses.”
I laugh loudly. “I’m not! All I did was move closer to you. I can’t help it if Johnny Walker wants to sow his wild oats with Veda.”
“Jesus, Firecracker. He isn’t interested in a romp in the hay. He’s just used to her.”
I grunt in dismissal. “Whatever you say. She’s gorgeous, and we all know it.”
He rubs a hand across his face.
We ease the horses through a dry creek bed and up onto the other side. The landscape opens up more than any other place I’ve seen on the ranch.
“Whoa.” The land goes far enough to blend into the horizon.
Sutton grins at me. “This is it.”
“It’s beautiful. How big will the herd be here?”
He pulls Johnny Walker to a stop. “We’ll move one of the established herds here. With them being farther out, we’ll need cattle that we know do well together. Know their temperament and health histories. The new herd will get started in the pasture closest to home after we isolate them for a bit.”
My eyes widen and hold as I consider the work of what he’s saying. I perk up. “Wait! Do I get to help with a cattle drive?”
He smirks. “Only if you wear a hat.”
“Your hat?” I bounce my eyebrows at him.
“No. Your hat. You wear my hat and we won’t get any cattle moved. We’ll just spend the day in your favorite deer blind.”
I grin wickedly. “Challenge accepted.”
“I have an idea.” I’m seated on the middle plank of the paddock fence, with my arms and torso draped over the top plank.
Sutton brushes Johnny Walker inside the corral. I’ve already brushed Veda and given her oats. I think Johnny is perfectly groomed as well, but Sutton is like a boy with his puppy sometimes and doesn’t want to stop interacting. It’s endearing, and I have no intention of telling him to hurry it along.
“Let’s hear it.” His voice is gruff, but a smirk plays at his lips. Johnny Walker seems to nod in agreement.
“I think we should shoot a calendar.”
Sutton stops moving and he shifts his head to look at me. “Come again?”
I grin. “You know, a calendar. Like they hang on walls in some places. It has the months and days of the year and people write important events in them, so they don’t forget.”
Like lighting, he reaches out with both hands and grips my boots, teasing that he’s going to tip me backward off the fence. I shriek and laugh.
“I know what a calendar is, smart ass. I need you to explain how that has anything to do with this ranch.”
“Well…” I lower my voice like I’m telling him a secret. “Some people, women I hear, tend to like when said calendars have sexy fucking men on them.”
He grins and continues brushing Johnny.
“Actually, I’d like to get a mix of photos. Stills from around the ranch, action shots of you and the ranch hands, a couple of candid pieces, and a few posed.”
The brush pauses again. “Posed.”
“Yes, posed. Without shirts, maybe.”
This time, he grabs my ankles and jerks me through the fence. I land on my feet, laughing hysterically as his hands hold firm to my waist. His hips press me into the fencing as he crowds over me, gripping the side of my neck with his gloved hand. The worn leather against my skin sends a shot of arousal straight to my core and my skin flushes. “You want me to take my shirt off, and you’re going to photograph me so the entire town can see.” His voice is incredibly low and quiet.
“I was thinking more like the county.”
One eyebrow quirks. “And you’re okay with the whole county ogling what’s yours?”
I lean up and brush my lips against his. “You’re feeling awfully proud of yourself right now, Cowboy.”
Without a word, he drops the brush and grips both of my thighs, lifting me off the ground and hoisting me up to his hips. I wrap my legs and arms around him.
“I don’t give a shit what any other woman in this county or the whole damn world thinks. As long as your heart calls to mine and your pussy aches for my cock.”
“Oh, it aches,” I whisper.
“Fucking hell. I’m about to take you in this stable like a wild animal.” Johnny Walker knickers behind him.
“Take me, Cowboy.”
His gaze darkens. “Last chance.”
“Do your worst.”
Quickly shifting his weight, Sutton grips both sides of my hips and pushes me upward, dangling me over his shoulder with a sharp slap to my ass. I yelp.
“You asked for it,” he says.
Through my hair I catch him unlatch the lead from Johnny Walker, freeing him to walk around the pen. He then turns and makes a direct line for the office in the stables. The door shuts with a bang and I bite my lip. I have no idea what I’m in for.
There’s no heat in here, and the chilly autumn air has easily claimed this space. The lone window is closed, but it doesn’t seem especially weather proofed. There’s a hint of stale oats and hay, with a side of worn leather that lingers. It reminds me of the first time I rode in Sutton’s truck, and desire and comfort battle for control of my body.
He sets me on the desk which, much like the others in the house, has nothing atop it. Convenient. “How wet am I going to find this pussy when I undress you?”
I watch with rapt attention as he pulls his worn gloves off. Who the fuck gets turned on by that? Between the spanking and the gloves, I’m a goner.
“Drenched.” I stare directly back at him.
He groans and releases my throat to pull my sweater over my head. My boots come off next, tossed toward the rolling chair but missing completely. Somehow, he manages to rip my jeans and underwear off in one swift motion, which is no small feat considering I chose a pair that, according to Leah, look painted on when worn.
He uses his hand at the base of my throat to press me back into a lying position, his hips situated between my spread legs. Warm fingers grip my inner thighs possessively, opening me to him.
“Look at you. You’re fucking soaked.”
I’m about to confirm and remind him that I already told him as much, when he leans down with his hand on my throat again and nips my bottom lip. “You’re all worked up because I spanked you, huh?”
His behavior is different here in the stables. Primal, like being surrounded by the hay and horse scents unlocks his animalistic side. But I enjoy this side of him, too. I nod as arousal courses through my entire body.
“Words.”
“Yes,” I breathe. “I like when you spank me.”
The chill in the air is causing my bare torso and arms to grow cold. It’s a wild opposite to my core, which is warming furiously as it aches for him to bury himself inside me.
“Good girl.”
I moan from his praise.
Without warning, he flips me over onto my stomach and gives me another firm smack before rubbing over my ass with his hand. “Fuck, you look good like that.”
I arch myself back toward him, pressing off the desk with both hands. “Do it again.” I’m almost embarrassed when my voice comes out akin to begging.
Smack.
I’m confident I’m about to start dripping onto the floor, my pussy weeping happily at his powerful hands.
His zipper sliding down breaks the otherwise quiet of the room and he teases my ass with his exposed cock.
“Oh fuck,” I whine.
He chuckles. “You ok, Firecracker?”
“Mm mm.” I shake my head furiously. “I need you. Please.”
One of his hands reaches around my waist, pulling me tighter against him as he continues to tease my backside.
Suddenly, I hear murmurs from outside, growing closer. My body tenses against the desk.
Sutton lines up against my eager opening. He leans down and whispers against my ear, “Oh no, you’re not getting out of this,” his breath hot against my skin. I whimper against him, fear and excitement battling within.
The voices enter the stable, though I can’t be bothered to decipher exactly what’s said. My eyes fly to the closed door. I don’t know if Sutton locked it behind us.
He slides slowly into me and I stifle a moan.
“Yo! Sutton!” It’s Cody.
Sutton pulls back and thrusts into me again. I drop my head against a hand on the desk with a thud.
“Think he’s in the office,” Cody says to someone else.
“He never uses the office.” Wonderful, Jason too.
Jesus Christ. Am I willing to stop if they come in? Probably not. Is he?
I grind my hips against him, almost begging him to move again.
“Busy!” Sutton shouts. “I’ll find you in a bit.” He pulls out again and slams into me, picking up pace, and I can’t stifle the moan this time.
Continuing his movements, he grabs a handful of hair and leans my head back toward him. He growls into my ear, “I told you before, sounds count as sharing, Firecracker.”
I don’t respond, instead shoving my hips back toward him. He grunts appreciatively. His hand slams hard against my ass again, apparently unconcerned with how far away the ranch hands are, but I squeeze my lips together to hide my pleasured sound.
“You’re taking me so well,” he says, increasing his force.
My nails scrape the wooden desktop as my fingers uselessly grip at it. Electricity winds itself up my belly as my orgasm builds. Knowingly, one of Sutton’s hands slides between my legs, finding my swollen clit.
A wanton moan spills from my lips at the same time that Cody asks through the door, “You want me to put Johnny Walker to pasture?”
Fuck.
“Yep,” Sutton calls calmly. Then his whisper teases along my ear, “You were being so good, Firecracker. Now I have to punish you.” Before I can react, the hand playing between my legs slaps against my pussy.
I squeak in an effort not to make more noise and he does it again. It’s the catalyst that sends me over the edge, and my orgasm rockets through me
“Fuck,” I whine, dropping my head and pushing my hips firmly against him.
“Shit.” A few thrusts later and Sutton’s finding his own release, clenching my hips tightly. He pulls out of me and rolls me over, so I’m perched on the edge of the desk. Tucking himself into his pants, he finds my clothes nearby and begins dragging my panties back up my legs.
I’m ready for him to take me all over again. When my underwear pass my knees, he pauses. “Look at that. Your pussy has a death grip on my cum.” He pulls them the rest of the way up and leans in, his lips just shy of touching mine. “That’s a good girl. You keep that cum in there and think about what you do to me.”
“What about what you do to me?” I ask, pushing to stand.
He smirks. “You can think about that, too.” He presses a firm kiss against me.