Chapter Four
After dropping off the leftover baked goods at the elderly home, Peyton walked back to the truck, where Shae waited for her.
It was Friday, and this time, they were not going to the bar. They were heading straight back to his ranch, as he had some work he needed to finish.
She was working on the final preparations for October, even though they still had some of September left to enjoy.
Work was going great. At first, she was worried that Shae’s association with her would scare off some of her customers, and she was pleased that it hadn’t happened.
Life was strange right now. She lived at the ranch. Her clothes and her pictures and even her furniture were all at the ranch.
Once he parked the truck, she waited for him to round the truck, and he helped her out.
William had called in sick, and he couldn’t come and make them dinner.
She didn’t mind, and had volunteered to do it.
She cooked for herself all the time, or at least she had before Shae had come in and taken over her world.
They entered his ranch, and like every other time, he kissed her. Only, this time he was a little rushed, as he left her alone. At first. She just stood there in his main hallway. He’d disappeared into his office, and she quickly got moving to the kitchen.
He had an amazing kitchen. It was large and exactly what a rancher needed. Only, he didn’t have a wife to cook for all the men working. She knew he paid William to bring food to the ranch to feed his men.
Shae did things a little differently.
Tucking her hair behind her ear, she opened the large, expensive fridge and saw several cuts of sealed meat, vegetables, cheeses, creams, the list seemed endless.
Pulling out some steaks, along with some cream, she got to work on marinating the beef.
She added lots of pepper, some olive oil, and left them to sit on the plate, as she got to chopping onion and garlic.
She hated raw garlic. The smell always turned her stomach, but she knew it was necessary in cooking, and that is why she continued to use it, even though it smelled so damn bad. Once the garlic was chopped, she added that to the onions and butter, along with salt and pepper.
She got the kettle on to make some stock. At the same time, she already had a pot on to boil, and she added in the potatoes that she’d already scrubbed clean and diced.
Humming to herself, she was able to distract her mind from thinking about Shae. At work, she thought about Shae. At odd times throughout the day, she thought about him.
They hadn’t had sex yet, and every single night, without fail, he would bring her to orgasm, either with his mouth or his hands. She loved the feeling of both.
She hated to admit it, but night was becoming her favorite time, and much to her surprise, she was growing curious about what would happen next.
She also knew that Shae didn’t orgasm. She had to wonder if he went to see other women?
Was he cheating? Did they even have that kind of agreement in place where he didn’t see anyone else?
She hated it. This was not supposed to matter. It was sex and freedom from fear of what more her sister could do. That was all.
Only, that wasn’t just it.
She checked the potatoes and felt how soft they were. The grill on top of the stove was smoking, and she quickly put the steaks on top. Putting the finishing touches to the sauce, she had a quick taste and as her mouth watered, she knew it was perfect.
Turning the steaks, she drained the potatoes, and then served them on each plate. Adding a quick sprinkle of parsley to her sauce to finish it off.
With dinner done, she picked up their plates and walked across the main hall where Shae was in his office.
This was not the first time they had eaten in his office.
She put his plate on his desk, and the, made her way to her own chair and sat down.
Shae thanked her and she watched as he ate and worked.
All the time, she couldn’t help but wonder if through the day, he was seeing someone else.
She pierced a potato and shoved it in her mouth.
Peyton didn’t like the feeling that twisted in her gut at the thought of him being with anyone else. It didn’t feel right. He was not hers to claim, yet she didn’t want him fucking someone else while he ... fucked her? Was that wrong?
“What?” Shae asked.
This made her jerk her head toward him.
“I can see that frown on your face. If you’ve got something to ask me, ask me. Don’t sit there thinking you know the answer, unless you ask me first.”
This was a surprise. Every single part of her brain was telling her to stay quiet, that she didn’t have the right to say anything. Only, she opened her mouth, and she spoke.
“Are you having sex with other women?” she asked.
He stared at her. Silence. Did that mean a yes? Was that a warning to shut up and leave?
“Don’t worry about it,” she said, getting to her feet and carrying her plate out of the office. She heard him calling her name, but she felt like a fool. A stupid fool.
This was sex. Or it would be, if they actually had sex.
She had no idea what he did throughout the day.
Peyton didn’t discard her food. She had never wasted anything in her life, and she covered it with some plastic wrap and placed it in the fridge. She would eat later, if she could stomach it.
“I’m not seeing any other women. What makes you think I would?” Shae asked.
She hadn’t expected him to follow her.
“Don’t worry about it.”
“For fuck’s sake, Peyton, don’t play mind games with me. You don’t have to do that shit with me. Just tell me what you got to say.”
She turned toward him, about to shout at him, but he stood at the counter, hands pressed on the flat surface, and he looked ... different. He didn’t seem quite so scary as usual.
“You ... don’t ... you never, ugh, you, orgasm. You don’t orgasm, and well, you give me a lot of orgasms, but you never want me to give you an orgasm. We’re not having sex, and I wondered, because we didn’t negotiate if you were seeing other women, does that mean I can see other men?”
She saw his nostrils flare.
Peyton had absolutely no interest in seeing anyone else. Men were of no interest to her.
He rounded the counter and closed the distance between them. Peyton tried to put a little distance, but her back hit the fridge, and there was nowhere else for her to go. She was stuck.
“Any man that touches you, I will fucking kill them,” Shae said. “You’re mine, Peyton, and no, I have no interest in seeing or touching, or being around other women. I am all yours.”
That should not thrill her as much as it did.
“All I want to do is fuck you, to play with you, Peyton. But I am not going to scare you away. You’re a virgin—”
“That doesn’t mean you can’t teach me to please you,” she said.
“You want to please me?” he asked.
At first, she just looked at him, because she had a horrible feeling she had just worked herself into a corner. It was strange, though, she was not afraid. Shae was not going to hurt her. She was certain of that. If he was going to hurt her, he would have done it that first night.
So, she nodded her head. Peyton didn’t know if she had just doomed herself, but either way, that didn’t matter now.
“Get upstairs,” he said. “And wait for me.”
****
Who could have known that Peyton would prove to be a jealous little thing? Shae sure hadn’t, not that she would have a problem. He had no desire in any other woman, and it had been a long time since he was with another woman. So freaking long.
Running fingers through his hair, he started to make his way upstairs, giving her plenty of time to back out and for reality to set in. He expected her to have run away by now.
Only, as he entered his bedroom, he was shocked to see she was sitting on the bed, waiting for him, exactly as he asked her to.
Closing the door behind him, he took several steps into the room, before he stopped, looked at her, and waited.
She tilted her head back to look at him, and he stared into her pretty blue eyes. He had imagined this moment for so long.
Yes, all he wanted to do was fuck her. To slide his cock deep inside her pussy, but he wanted to build up trust, that was what he wanted to do.
He didn’t want her afraid.
When the time came to finally claim her, he wanted her to be more than ready.
“Peyton, you can back out of this,” he said.
“I don’t want to. I don’t want you going to any other woman, and while I’m here, if you need something, then you come to me.”
“No men,” he said. “I’ll fucking kill them if they come near you.”
She nodded. “You don’t have to worry about anyone else. There isn’t anyone.”
Shae pulled off his shirt, tossing it across the room. “Come here,” he said.
Peyton got off the bed and tentatively made her way toward him, putting one foot in front of the other. He had a feeling something was going to change after this. She was finally crossing that line with him, and he was more than ready for it.
The moment the distance was closed, he placed a finger beneath her chin and tilted her head back. “I’m not going to hurt you,” he said.
She nodded.
“If at any time, you don’t want this, and you want to stop, you just say so.”
“Okay.”
He couldn’t resist taking a little kiss, and then he pulled off the sweater she had been wearing and tossed it across the room to join his own shirt.
Next, he took care of her jeans, then with a quick flick of his fingers, her bra was gone.
Cupping her large tits within his palm, he kneaded the flesh and they felt so good in his hands.
Sinking to his knees, he pressed his face against her stomach, and then slowly pulled her panties down. She stepped out of them, and he cupped her more than generous hips, and pressed his face against her core.
He moved her back toward the bed and made her lower down onto the edge of the bed.
He pressed his face against her core, spreading her legs, so he could have easier access to her pussy.
Using his fingers, he spread her pussy open and ran them between her slit, stroking her clit, gliding down to circle her cunt.
He was so tempted to push them inside, but the first time he took her virginity, he wanted it to be with his cock, although that temptation was so freaking strong.
He somehow managed to hold the temptation, and instead he took her clit into his mouth. His name echoed around the room, and Peyton thrust her hips up against him.
Letting go of the lips of her sex, he slid his hands beneath her ass and pulled her up so her cunt was directly under his mouth, and then he began to ravish her cunt. Shae loved that no other man had been inside her. No other man had touched her, and that was exactly how it was going to stay.
She was so fucking addictive.
Sliding his tongue across her clit, he slid back and forth, then took her clit and tugged it into his mouth, hearing her sharp intake of breath. He soothed out any pain with his tongue.
He felt the change within her body, as he teased her right to the edge of bliss, and she was so close to hurtling over. All he wanted to do was keep her there—balanced, but at that point where there was nothing she could do.
And then, he thrust her right over the edge, and he continued to lick at her clit, but he lightened his touch, allowing her to get accustomed to the feel of him. She moaned his name. Damn, he loved when she did that, and he sure as shit didn’t want her to stop.
The moment she hit that peak and knew she couldn’t take anymore, he pulled back and gave her a few moments to catch her breath.
Then, he stood up and he looked at Peyton. No words were necessary. She knew exactly what he wanted. And he put his hands on his hips, and waited for her.
She climbed off the bed and slowly made her way toward him. Shae remained silent, although his dick was rock-hard as she reached for the button of his jeans. They felt so incredibly tight, but he gritted his teeth and waited for her to release the button followed by the zipper, and lower them down.
He clenched his hands into fists and waited, taking note of how gentle Peyton was when it came to his dick. And then he stepped out of his jeans, followed by his pants.
“Give me your hand,” he said.
She put her hand in his, and he wrapped her fingers around his dick, covering hers with his own.
“You don’t have to worry about hurting me. Have you ever licked or sucked a dick before?”
Just because she was a virgin and never kissed a man until him, there were a lot of things people could do to pass the time, and he wasn’t a fucking idiot.
“No,” she said.
Damn, she was pure throughout.
“You’re not going to hurt me. When you put your mouth on me, it’s not going to hurt, unless you use your teeth, so don’t use them. You can suck without them.”
He noticed how red her cheeks had gotten. She looked so damn cute.
And he started by showing her. Working her hand up and down the length of his cock, giving her the chance to feel him, to get to know him. To know she wasn’t going to hurt him.
He had no choice but to grit his teeth and think of so many different things to stop himself from coming right there in her hand.
He was so freaking close. But he had the strength, as she worked her hand up and down his length, exploring every inch of him.
He saw the moment her curiosity struck her, as she knelt up so she was closer to his dick, then she took the tip of him into her mouth.
Shae thought he was prepared for everything, but her mouth on him was more than he could bear. It felt so good. Better than good.
He closed his eyes and tried to focus, tried to think of a million different things. Peyton hadn’t used her teeth. She had followed his advice and sucked him into her mouth, and it felt so fucking good.
Shae was very experienced; however, when it came to Peyton, all his experience seemed to be thrown right out of the fucking window. He was at her mercy. And her mouth felt so good as she sucked him.
He closed his eyes, pumping his hips as he did so, and then he looked down, and that was a fucking mistake. Seeing this woman he had his eye on for a long time, on her knees before him, sucking his cock.
Shae only had enough time to give her a warning, and then when she didn’t take it, he filled her mouth with wave upon wave of his cum.