by Tyler, Paige
Impatient to see if he was as gorgeous underneath his clothes as she thought he was, Heather eagerly unbuttoned his shirt. It parted, giving her access to his broad chest and she ran her hands over his well-defined pecs and six-pack abs, then back up to his wide shoulders so she could take off his shirt completely. Damn, he was built.
He lifted his head with a groan, gazing down at her hotly before swooping down to capture one of her nipples in his mouth. She inhaled sharply, arching against him as he swirled his tongue around the sensitive areola. When he suckled on it, she thought she might actually have cooed. She dug her fingers into his hair, trying to keep him where he was, but he had already left that nipple to do the same thing to its twin. She clutched at his shoulder with her free hand, digging her nails in through the material of his shirt.
“Mmm, you taste good,” he said when he raised his head. “Makes me want to sample the rest.”
Her pussy spasmed at the words. “I hope so.”
Blaine reached for the buttons on her shorts, deftly undoing them with one hand, then slowly pushing the garment over her hips and down her legs. She stepped out of them, pushing off her boots as she did so that she stood before him in nothing but a tiny pair of bikini panties.
Blue eyes caressed her from head to toe, lingering on each and every curve. “Damn, you’re beautiful.”
Heather blushed at the compliment. “Why thank you, sugar.”
Going up on tiptoe, she put her arms around his neck, pressing her half-naked body to his. Blaine reached around to cup her ass in his strong hands, pulling her snug against his hard-on. She wasn’t sure which sensation she liked more.
“So, tell me,” she said conversationally. “Have you ever spanked a woman, Blaine?”
His eyes widened a little at the question, then he let out a soft chuckle. “No, ma’am. Can’t say that I have.”
It was her turn to be surprised. With hands like his, she was sure he’d done lots of spanking. The idea of being his first gave her an extra thrill. “Would you like to spank me?”
“I can give it a try.”
She laughed. “Well, it’s easy. All you have to do is smack my ass with your big, strong hand until my pussy is soaking wet.” She gave him a slow, deep kiss. “Something tells me you won’t have any problems accomplishing that.”
Giving him a wink, Heather turned and sauntered over to the bales of hay in the center of the stall. Then she looked at him over her shoulder and wiggled her panties over her hips and down her legs. Behind her, Blaine’s face went from just plain hungry to completely ravenous. Lips curving, Heather grabbed one of the horse blankets from the stack and draped it over the bales of hay. Climbing up on the bottom one, she got on her hands and knees and presented her ass to Blaine, then sent him a comehither glance.
“Anytime you’re ready, sugar,” she said. “And keep in mind that I’m a filly who likes a firm hand.”
Blaine’s only answer was a soft chuckle as he walked over to her. Heather held her breath, anticipating the first smack of his hand. But Blaine didn’t spank her right away. Instead, he caressed her ass, his hand following the curve of one cheek, then the other. She shivered. For a man who’d never spanked a woman before, he certainly knew what he was doing.
“You have one hell of a gorgeous ass,” he said softly.
Heather caught her breath as his fingers flirted with the folds of her pussy. She knew she should thank him for the compliment, but all that came out was a moan. She wiggled her ass a little trying to rub her sex against him, and was rewarded with a firm smack on the right cheek. It didn’t sting all that much, but she let out a little gasp anyway.
“Was that too hard?” he asked.
She looked at him over her shoulder. “That was barely a love pat. Go ahead and spank me harder.”
Blaine chuckled as she turned back around, but didn’t say anything. He lifted his hand and smacked her on the other cheek, harder this time. It stung more than the first spank, and Heather sighed as she felt heat spread over her skin. She pushed out her bottom, eager for another slap. When it came, it was even firmer, and she let out an appreciative moan.
“That more to your liking?” he asked, a trace of amusement in his voice.
“Mm-hmm,” she breathed. “Don’t stop.”
Since Blaine had never spanked a woman, Heather hadn’t expect him to do such a good job of reddening her ass, but he moved back and forth from one cheek to the other with a rhythm that soon had her on fire. Clearly, he was a natural. Much to the delight of her pussy, which was practically purring with excitement. She didn’t know why getting spanked aroused her so much. Maybe because it let her inner submissive come out and play. Or maybe because her ass was just one of her more erogenous zones. She didn’t really care. She only knew it got her hot as hell.
Which was why she was ready to protest when Blaine suddenly stopped spanking her. But all that came out was a sigh of pleasure as he squeezed her freshly spanked cheeks.
“Damn, you’re ass looks good red,” he said.
She laughed softly. “I’ve always thought it was one of my best colors.”
He slipped his hand between her legs, gliding his finger along her slit before dipping it inside. He groaned. “You’re so wet.”
“Being spanked by a hot guy always gets me that way.”
He found her clit, rubbing it teasingly with his finger. She whimpered, undulating her hips so she could grind against his hand. “Oh yeah.”
He moved his finger a little faster. “Want me to make you come like this?”
Heather moaned. “Mmm.”
His finger stilled on her clit. “Or should I spank you some more instead?”
The sound that came out this time was closer to a groan. That was like asking her to choose between chocolate cake and chocolate mousse, her two favorite desserts. But Blaine was clearly going to make her pick. While she loved getting spanked, right now, her clit demanded attention.
“Make me come,” she begged. “Please.”
Blaine went back to playing with her clit, making leisurely motions with his finger, then gradually moving faster and faster. Her orgasm followed suit, starting slow, then steadily building to a crescendo until she was trembling from the effects of it. When it finally subsided and she could see straight again, she rested there on her hands and knees while she caught her breath. Dang, that had been amazing.
Thinking she should probably tell Blaine that, Heather climbed off the bale of hay. The words disappeared when she saw the lust in his eyes. Threading her fingers in his hair, she kissed him long and hard on the mouth. He wrapped his arms around her, his hands going to her still stinging ass and giving it a squeeze. Tingles danced over her skin, while between her thighs, her pussy quivered.
She pulled away from him with a throaty growl. “I need you inside me.”
Heather didn’t wait for an answer, but simply jerked open his belt, then went to work on the buttons of his jeans. The latter, however, weren’t being very cooperative, and Blaine had to help. He pushed them down, then did the same with his boxer briefs. He probably would have taken them all the way off, but she didn’t give him the chance. The moment his hard, thick cock sprang free, she wrapped her hand around it, wiping the bead of precum off the velvety head with her thumb. He was going to feel so good in her pussy.
Placing her hands on Blaine’s muscular chest, Heather pushed him back until he was against the bale of hay, then gently shoved him down on it. He leaned back on his elbows, his erection proudly on display, a grin on his handsome face.
Then he abruptly sat up. “Shit.”
“What?” Now was not the time to tell her he changed his mind.
“I don’t have a condom.”
Relief rushed through her. She smiled. “Already got that covered, sugar.
Whirling around, she bent to rummage in the pocket of her shorts for the foil packet she’d put there earlier. Coming up with it, she rose to her feet and sidled over to him. Tearing ope
n the package, she took out the condom and rolled it onto his rock-hard shaft. When it was securely in place, she grasped his shoulders, then climbed on the bale of hay, straddling his lap. The desire in his eyes held her captive for a moment, keeping her poised just above his penis. Pulse pounding, she lowered herself onto his cock.
He was hard and hot and so good inside her that Heather didn’t want to move. But then she thought of how incredible it would feel if she did, and undulated her hips. Blaine reached around to cup her ass, guiding her movements. She moaned her approval.
He leaned forward to trail kisses down her neck. “That’s it. Ride me.”
She obeyed, tightly holding onto his shoulders as she bounced up and down. He tightened his grip on her ass cheeks and thrust up into her.
“Harder,” she ordered. “Fuck me harder!”
Blaine did as she instructed, pumping into her hard and fast. This time, her orgasm wasn’t slow and gradual, but spiraled through her with such speed that all Heather could do was dig her nails into his shoulders and cry out her pleasure. Somewhere in the distance, she heard Blaine groan deep in his throat as he reached his climax.
When they were both spent, she collapsed against his chest, breathing ragged. His arms went around her, holding her close.
“That was incredible,” he said.
Heather smiled against the side of his neck. “Yes, it was.”
“Would I be overstepping if I asked whether we can do it again?
She lifted her head to look at him. “No, it wouldn’t be overstepping. I’d love to do it again. But I think you should know Clint will be joining us next time. Sometimes, he just likes to watch, and other times, he likes to join in.” When Blaine didn’t say anything, she added, “You don’t have tell me now. Think about it a while.”
Blaine was silent as she climbed off his lap and put on her clothes. When she turned back around, he’d already fastened his jeans and was buttoning his shirt. Her gaze lingered longingly on the gorgeous expanse of muscle as he covered it up.
She walked over to put her arms around his neck. “About that offer. If having sex while another man watches or threesomes aren’t your thing, it’s okay. Clint and I still want you to work for us. We can act like this never happened.”
He opened his mouth to reply, but she silenced him with a long, boot-knocking kiss. Then she turned and walked out of the barn.
Chapter Three
Clint always wanted to hear the details after Heather had sex with a guy, and last night had been no exception. So she’d recounted the entire erotic encounter for her husband as he made love to every inch of her body. While getting busy with the cowboys who worked the ranch was definitely fun, it was the quality time she spent with her husband afterward that made having sex with other men even more exciting.
Though Heather hadn’t said as much to her husband, she wasn’t sure if she and Blaine would have sex again. He’d seemed taken aback when she mentioned Clint would be involved if they got together again. If he wasn’t comfortable with it, she’d understand, but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t try to change his mind. The man was a damn good lay.
Heather might have done a little coercion the next day if they didn’t need to spend it bringing in the cattle from the upper pasture because a heavy thunderstorm was due to roll in later that evening.
“Want to come help herd them or would you rather catch up on paperwork?” Clint asked as they finished breakfast.
“And miss out on all the fun?” Like watching their new ranch hand in action to see if he could handle a horse as well as he’d handled her. She grinned. “I’m coming.”
Blaine was already in the barn with the other ranch hands when she and Clint walked in. He gave her a covert glance, taking in her snug jeans and curve-hugging shirt with an appreciative smile. Heather’s pulse beat a little quicker. Hopefully, that grin he flashed her meant he’d considered her offer and intended to take her up on it.
As Clint gave the ranch hands a quick rundown of the itinerary for the day, Heather’s eyes kept straying to Blaine. He was wearing jeans and a button-up shirt again today, and her gaze lingered on his tanned forearms before going to his big hands. He had heavy, leather work gloves on like the other men. There wasn’t anything remarkable about them, really, and yet she couldn’t stop fantasizing about him taking them off and slapping her ass with them. The image was so vivid she was squirming in her saddle as they rode out to the upper pasture fifteen minutes later.
While Heather would have like to continue daydreaming about Blaine reddening her derriere for the rest of the day—or better yet, have him do it—when they started herding the cows, she had to focus most of her attention on that. Coaxing the animals to go where she and the men wanted involved skill and a heck of a lot of patience. They had to work together, slowly moving in a zigzag pattern to get the animals into a loose cluster without scaring off any of them. That was easier said than done, and a few cows made a run for it. Blaine and one of the other ranch hands rode off to round up the stragglers, then rejoined her and the other men.
As they slowly and painstakingly moved the cattle over the acres of land, Heather couldn’t help but glance Blaine’s way. He rode a horse as if he’d been born on one. He’d told her and Clint that he had lived on a ranch whole life, so she supposed he was. And dang it if he didn’t look hunky as hell while doing it.
Getting the cows to the lower pasture was only part of the job. Once there, she and the men had to encourage them to go inside, which was always a long and arduous task. By the time it was done, Heather was hot, sweaty and ready for a shower. She glanced at Blaine and saw he was sweaty, too. On him, though, it looked good.
After the cows were settled, she and the men spent what was left of the afternoon cooling down the horses. As she ran a brush over her mare’s coat, Heather stole a glance at Blaine. He was brushing down his own horse beside her, his hands slow and methodical as he worked. Looking at them made her think of what they’d felt like on her body, and she caught her lip between her teeth to keep from moaning. And saying something she shouldn’t, like asking him if he’d considered her indecent proposal yet?
As if sensing her gaze on him, Blaine looked her way. “You looked like you had fun out there today.”
She smiled. “I did.”
Mostly because I enjoyed watching you flex those muscles of yours.
“Did you grow up on a ranch?” he asked.
“No.” She laughed. “I grew up in suburbia in Connecticut.”
Surprise flashed across his face. “No kidding? How’d you end up out here?”
“A friend set me up with Clint on a blind date. I fell in love with him and his dream of owning a ranch.” She gave him a flirtatious look. “I’ve always had a thing for big, strong cowboys.”
Blaine gazed down at her for a long moment, his eyes suddenly hot with lust, and Heather wondered if he was thinking about the offer she’d made. She was about to ask when Clint slipped an arm around her waist.
“Hey hun, sorry to interrupt.” He looked at Blaine. “When we’ve been out on the range all day, Heather and I usually have the guys over to the house for dinner. You’re welcome to join us if you want.”
Heather held her breath. Like Clint had said, having the ranch hands over for dinner was something they always did, but she’d been so caught up in flirting with Blaine that she’d completely forgotten about it. She only hoped he accepted the invitation. And that he knew it extended way beyond dinner.
Blaine glanced at her, before he turned back to Clint. “Sure. Sounds good.”
Her pulse skipped a beat. “Great.” She looked at her husband. “If you want to put Honeysuckle in her stall, I’ll get dinner ready.”
Going up on tiptoe, she gave Clint a kiss and Honeysuckle a pat on the neck, then sent a sexy smile Blaine’s way before leaving the barn.
In the house, Heather quickly washed the dirt and dust from her face, hands and arms. She would have liked to take a shower, but Cl
int and the men were almost finished in the barn, and she wanted to have dinner ready when they came in. Since she and Clint had already decided to invite the hands to dinner, she put everything to make her Tex-Mex chili in a big crock pot before they’d left that morning. The aroma filled the house, making her stomach growl.
She was setting the basket of cornbread on the table when her husband came in with Blaine and half a dozen of the hands. They washed up in the guest bathroom, then crowded around the huge dining room table. Blaine slipped into the chair beside Heather, sandwiching her between him and Clint, which, as it turned out, was exactly where she was hoping to be later that night.
Heather was extremely aware of Blaine as she ate. That probably had a little something to do with him sitting so close that his arm brushed hers almost every time he moved. She wondered again if it was his subtle way of telling her he was interested in her invitation.
She almost gave in to her curiosity more than once during dinner and asked him about it outright, but restrained herself. Until all the ranch hands thanked her for the meal and got up to leave, Blaine included. As the other men stood around talking about work, she stepped closer to Blaine.
“Have you thought about my offer?” she asked softly.
A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “I did.”
“And?”
His grin broadened. “And I’d like to take you up on it.”
Her pulse beat a wild and crazy tattoo. “I was hoping you’d say that. When the other hands leave, stay for a while.”
Heather saw Clint looking at her from the corner of her eye, and she gave him a little nod. While he didn’t hurry the other men out, he nonchalantly corralled them toward the door as they continued to talk. She waited until their voices disappeared down the hallway before wrapping her hand around the back of Blaine’s head and pulling him in for a kiss.