Chapter 10
SAGE
“Come on, city girl, we’ve got chores to do.”
I spun around at Buck’s words. He’d driven me home and led me into the house, carrying my bags for me. I followed him to his bedroom where he set the bag… and drew my focus.
His cabin was an A frame with a wall of windows overlooking the family ranch. The master suite took up the entire second floor and was all wood and river rock and cream paint and carpet. The bed was massive and looked hand carved. Between the view and a fireplace, I didn’t want to leave.
Which was good because this was where we were going to have sex. Where he was going to put a baby in me. After what he did in the diner earlier and our conversation in his truck, I expected him to fling me down, rip my clothes off and show us both a really good time.
Buck hadn’t gotten off earlier. There had been no reciprocation. He hadn’t even taken off his pants. Or opened them. He must have a horrible case of blue balls. And yet–
“Chores? Now?” I asked, stunned.
He winked. “You’re on a ranch now. My ranch. I could tell you about my job, but you’re here, so you’ll join me.”
I glanced at the bed. “Don’t you want to–”
He stepped close, took my hands. I felt the heat, the callouses. “What? Have sex?”
I nodded.
“When I get you in bed, sweetheart, I won’t want to climb out for anything.” Oh my. “Let’s get the animals taken care of so I can take care of you.”
“I… I didn’t bring the right things for a barn. In fact, I’m confident I don’t have anything cowgirl.”
“That’s okay.” He looked me over from head to toe. “You’re close to Lainey’s size. She’s got things you can use in the barn. Come on.”
Ten minutes later, I was in a pair of Lainey’s muck boots, her thick, waterproof jacket, and leather gloves and standing before a huge tractor.
With a boost to my butt, Buck helped me up and into it.
He settled in after me into the remarkably fancy seat and pulled me onto his lap, the glass door slamming shut.
Using a key, he turned on the motor and the huge machine rumbled and vibrated to life.
“Earlier, I took a load of hay out to the herd. They’re grazers, but they can’t get to the grass through all the snow. I have to supplement,” he explained. “My crew loaded more bales on the back for a second trip. Gotta get these out to the cattle so they’ve got enough to eat. You drive.”
His voice was right by my ear and I looked at all the controls and buttons in front of me.
“Me?”
“Sure, you can do it.”
It wasn’t a UFO, but it wasn’t Mabel’s car I’d been driving around town either. Still, I really liked how he was involving me, and thought I could do this.
“Show me how,” I said, with determination.
“Good girl. The accelerator is there.” He pointed down by my feet. “Just steer like normal.”
“I’m a city girl and don’t own a car,” I reminded.
“You’ve got this.”
I took a deep breath. Nodded at his faith in me. The tractor was pointed toward the beautiful farmland behind the barn. Nothing but snowy fields in front of us.
He shifted a lever, which must have put the thing in drive. His other hand gave my hip a squeeze. “Go for it.”
Biting my lip, I put my foot on the pedal and the tractor jerked into motion. I couldn’t help but grin as it bumped and rocked along. “I’m doing it!”
“That’s a girl. You’re gonna be a cowgirl yet.” I couldn’t help but grin at the ridiculous possibility. My parents would shit a brick, which made my smile grow even bigger.
“Where are we going?” I asked after a few minutes.
He pointed up a rise. “That way.”
As we rode, one of his hands remained on my hip, the other wrapped around my waist so his palm rested against my belly.
Even through Lainey’s coat, I felt the heat of it.
What I also felt was how hard and thick he was against my bottom.
Every shift and bump of the tractor had me rubbing against him. Made me eager and, well… horny.
“See the cattle?” He pointed, then turned his head to kiss me on the neck, one of the only spots of skin on me that was exposed.
I nodded and tilted my head to give him better access. The cab was heated, but I still shivered from the contact. I steered a little to the right all the while focusing on the feel of him. Of his touch.
His hands shifted, slipping under the borrowed coat and my sweater to my bare skin. When his hand slid up to cup my breast, I gasped. Closed my eyes at the feel.
“Buck.”
“Can’t drive with your eyes closed,” he murmured, then nibbled behind my ear.
My eyes flew open as if I’d fallen asleep on a five-lane highway. “I can’t drive with you doing that,” I whispered.
“What am I doing?” he murmured in a playful voice.
“Teasing me.”
“This isn’t teasing,” he said, then slipped his hand down the front of my leggings. “This is teasing.”
“Buck!” I cried when one thick finger filled me up. My foot slipped off the pedal and the tractor slowed to a stop, the motor rumbling beneath us. The group of black cattle were about fifty feet off, a striking contrast standing in the bright snow.
“Lean back,” he murmured.
I let go of the wheel and did as instructed, my back to his front, my head resting on his shoulder. Then, with a very deft move, widened his knees which opened me up to him.
We were bundled up, ready to meet the abominable snowman, but he had his hand in my pants. He rubbed my clit with the heel of his hand as he fucked me with one finger, then two.
The tractor windows were fogging up and we had a bunch of cows as an audience to our naughty activities.
“My job as your man, sweetheart, is to give you pleasure,” he said beside my ear. “Anytime. Anywhere. Like at the diner. Here in the tractor. You need to come?”
I nodded against his shoulder, bit my lip. Suddenly it was stifling in the cab and the only thing I could rip off was my hat. I rolled my hips as he made me come. I cried out, my pleasure an echo off the glass.
“Look at you all greedy. I can’t wait for you to get on my dick and watch you take what you want.”
I was left panting and sweaty and ready for more.
I stood up as best I could in the small space, then spun around, crawled back on his lap, this time facing him. His gaze was hot and hungry. “More.”
My hands went to his belt buckle.
“What do you need, Sage?”
“Your dick. I want to see it. Feel it. In my hand. In me.”
I couldn’t remember being this eager to climb on a guy’s dick. Okay, I’d never been this into it. I just came and yet I needed it.
I deftly got the belt open and his jeans down. Buck helped by lifting his hips so his jeans and boxers were pushed down enough for his hard dick to spring forth.
“Oh wow,” I said, eyeing it.
Then I gripped it and stroked it from root to tip, marveling at how big it was. I’d only been with Jackson before and I was now coming to understand that he’d been deficient in lots of ways, including size.
My fingers didn’t close all the way around Buck’s girth. When I worked him from root to tip, I had a long way to travel. It was silky soft but steel beneath. A flared crown dripped pre-cum. That… that was what I wanted.
“In me. Now.” Who was this bossy person I’d become?
His hands cupped my wrists, stilling me. My gaze met his.
“We’ll do all kinds of things, sweetheart, but you want that cum in your pussy, you’ve gotta tell me you want the whole thing.”
I looked at his dick. “Yes, I want the whole thing.”
He laughed. “No, sweetheart, I mean me. This life. Being Sage Wilder.” My eyes met his. The need was still there, but he was serious.
“You want to marry me?” I asked, stunned.
We were having this conversation while I stroked his dick.
“I wouldn’t have offered you babies otherwise.”
I frowned. “Wait. I… I just wanted sperm. To do this on my own.”
His hips arched up. “I’m offering you everything, sweetheart. You just have to take it.”
“But–”
He tipped his chin down. “See it drip from me? All that’s for you. Every drop.”
I let go of my hold on him, leaned back against the steering wheel. “You’re holding out on me, just like Jackson.”
He shook his head, reached between us and gripped his dick. Started to stroke it, his thumb swirling over the crown as he got to the top. I imagined him doing this in the shower and I watched mesmerized.
“Holding out? Can’t you feel this thing between us? It’s nothing I’ve ever felt before. I want more, and not just sex.”
“Yeah, but for sex, can’t we just use a condom?” I asked, sounding ridiculously desperate.
He shook his head. “Never gonna have anything between us, sweetheart. I’m taking you bare or not at all.
I’m ready to give you everything,” he said, his breathing turning ragged, his jaw clenching tight.
“It’s right there, sweetheart. You can climb right on and I’ll give you a big load nice and deep. Only when you’re ready.”
Was I ready to commit to Buck? He wanted to marry me. Did I want to give up my life in New York and move here? Get the family I wanted with a guy I’d just met?
I barely knew him. I’d spent three years with Jackson and this guy was talking forever after a day.
While I contemplated, he jerked off, then came with a harsh growl. His hips jerked, his jaw clenched. God, he was gorgeous when he came.
Thick spurts filled his palm he had closed over the tip, as if trying to stop a fire hose with his hand. It was messy and so incredibly hot. My pussy clenched, empty.
After he caught his breath, he flipped his palm over, showed me the big load, as he’d called it, which could’ve been deep inside me. Flicking a finger through the mess, he brought it to my mouth. Instinctively, I sucked the salty tip into my mouth.
“It’s all for you, Sage. When you’re ready, I’ll put it where it belongs and breed you.”