But even beyond my confusing attraction to Gina, I’m pleased that she’s here, and I actually am thankful that she’s jumping in to help us get this ready to open.
“Hey, guys,” Cillian says, approaching as we’re finishing lunch, “We’re almost done with the barn; you should come take a look.”
The barn we’re putting into the ranch is actually more of an event hall than an actual building for any kind of farm use. A picturesque covered space that people can rent for parties, weddings, whatever. It was another one of Gina’s ideas, and like most of her ideas, we’d rolled our eyes.
Based on what the Donogue and O’Leary brothers had initially proposed, we had developed a vision of the real, gritty, get-your-hands-dirty kind of experience with this dude ranch, whereas Gina’s vision seems to have been more tailored to a vacation experience with a twist. And Conor in particular seemed annoyed by that, complaining about how she’s just a spoiled rich girl who wants to turn this into a themed spa.
But despite the fact that the four of us seem to think her ideas are too much, our friends have been on board with some of it, so some of it has been implemented. While we all agree that we want this to be a fun vacation experience for anyone who comes to visit, getting to enjoy some simplicity, we’re not going for “pampered.” So the four of us just hope that Gina’s ideas don’t tank all we’re working for.
We follow Cillian back to the barn. He’s right; it’s close to finished. The outside looks complete, but for a coat of paint, and as he leads us inside, the inside isn’t far behind. It looks every bit the picture-perfect barn you’d see in the movies, and I begrudgingly think that maybe Gina was right, and this will be a popular feature here.
I can imagine the possibility of renting the space out to photography studios, too, and I drag out my phone and make a note to bring that up next time we all meet up.
“It looks fantastic,” Gina says, looking around.
I notice one of the workmen in the loft above her, trying to move a stack of boards, and notice that he’s tilting them downwards and some of the ones on the top are beginning to slide.
I sprint towards Gina and shove her out of the way, slamming her into the wall and pressing against her, as the boards clatter to the ground behind me.
“What the f-” Gina looks up at me, baffled, before looking over my shoulder and seeing the pile of two-by-fours and the cloud of dust where she’d been standing a moment before.
Her cheeks pale slightly and she gazes up at me.
“Th-thank you,” she says breathlessly.
I lose myself in her honey-colored gaze for a moment before becoming hyper-aware that she’s still pressed against me, those lush tits pillowed against my chest, my hand against the small of her back.
For a brief moment, it’s like magnets draw us close, and I can feel myself drawing closer to her lips…
“You guys ok?” Cillian calls, and I hear footsteps as he jogs closer.
Gina and I spring apart, both of us breathing heavily, and our gazes still locked. “I’m fine, thanks to Neil,” Gina says, offering me a tremulous smile.
I smile back, but it’s hard to focus on anything around me with the electric current of our shared moment running under my skin. I want to push her back up against that wall and get into her shorts. My dick throbs at the thought.
But everyone is watching, and while I don’t gripe about her the way my brothers do, it’s not like I would want more than a hookup with her, and that would be a ridiculously bad idea, given that we’re going to be in close contact for this project for the foreseeable future. Lingering awkwardness from a one-night-stand isn’t exactly a welcome guest in any business, and it’s not really the foot I want to get this project off on.
That doesn’t make it easier to resist her, though. And later that night, when I’m lying in bed and drifting in and out of sleep, it doesn’t stop a ridiculously hot dream from playing in my head.
In my mind, somehow no one else was in the barn after I’d rescued her. With her panting and trembling in my arms, and nothing to hold me back, I go in for that kiss, and it rages through me like a wildfire. I slide my arms around her waist and gripp her ass, grinding my hips against hers.
She feels the bulge in my pants and her breath catches. I hoist her up and wrap her legs around my waist, pinning her to the wall by her hips. She winds her arms around my neck, one hand burying itself in my hair while the other clutches my back.
When I roll my hips against hers I can feel the buzz of her soft whimper against my lips. I finally drag my mouth from hers and trail kisses down her throat to her collarbone, drawing soft little gasps and moans from her. When I nip lightly at her skin, her nails dig into me and her hips jerk toward mine.
I can’t wait anymore, I have to have her, now. I set her down on her feet for a moment so I can shuck off her denim shorts and skimpy lace panties and peel the t-shirt over her head. I unhook her bra and those huge, stunning tits tumble into my hands.
I cup one in my hand, running my thumb over the nipple and feeling it harden beneath my touch. She gasps and moans. I bend down and take the stiffening bud between my lips, flicking my tongue over it and making her whimper. It’s deeply satisfying to have reduced her to nothing but these desperate, primal sounds of need.
She reaches down and unbuttons and unzips my pants, pushing them down out of the way along with my boxers and letting my erection spring free. Gina wraps her fingers around the length of it and starts pumping, making my eyes roll back in my head.
“Fuck,” I groan.
I grab her ass again and hoist her up, and she coils around me cooperatively. My cock presses against the dripping heat at the apex of her thighs and she wriggles against me, seeking friction. I need to be inside her, now.
I position the head of my cock at her entrance and her breath quickens. With a snap of my hips, I slide all the way home, filling her tight hole with the length of my shaft.
“Oh, fuck,” she gasps, “You feel so good.”
The feeling is mutual, but I say nothing, instead claiming her mouth with my own as I thrust into her. The walls quake as I pound into her, but I think the whole place could collapse around me and I wouldn’t notice. I can feel her pussy throbbing around my shaft, and soon I can hear her breath coming quicker.
I pick up the pace, railing her even faster, and she lets out a wail of pleasure, her nails digging into my flesh where she clings to me. I want to feel her cum all over my cock, I want to hear her scream.
I dig my fingers into her hips, using my grip to drive even deeper inside of her, and fuck her even harder. Her moans get louder, breathier, and I feel her suddenly tensing.
“I’m so close,” she says, her voice a desperate plea wrapped inside a trembling whimper. “I’m so fucking close, please don’t stop, oh, fuck!”
Her eyes roll back and she arches her back as I strike a spot inside her that pushes her even closer to the brink.
“Right there, right there, don’t stop, fuck.”
The feverish stream of dirty talk pouring out of her mouth almost mushes into an incomprehensible blur, and gives way to a scream of bliss as she reaches a bone-shaking climax.
Her orgasm sets off mine, and I pour myself into her, filling that tight little pussy with my load, and in the real world, I’m shocked awake by the same climax.
I lay on my back, panting. I’ve got nothing on my body but the sheet, but I’m still covered in a light sheen of sweat, and I can feel the sticky heat around my dick from the wet dream.
Fuck.
I haven’t had a wet dream in forever, and definitely never anything this intense. It was so vivid and real, I swear I can still feel the lingering sensation of her silky skin against mine. After I clean up and throw the spare sheets on my bed, I try to fall asleep, but my mind is still spinning, and all I can think about is whether or not I should try and make a move on Gina.
I know I shouldn’t, especially since my brothers all seem to hate her while al
so wanting to fuck her, and she’s a business partner…
But I know this dream is going to stay with me, eating away at me until I can’t stand it. So I decide that if the moment arises, I won’t pass it up, but I’m also not going to chase after her.
At least, not yet.
Chapter Seven
Gina
Saturday finally arrives, and while I’d die before admitting it to the Byrne brothers, I’m grateful to return to my shop and give my sore body a little rest. I’m pleased that no one has egged my shop or left me any kind of nastygrams for being closed, and I quickly settle into a normal day.
Plus, I barely got any sleep, so the idea of dealing with the construction site sore and sleep-deprived was enough to make me want to crawl back into bed. That moment with Neil kept replaying in my head, and if I’m not mistaken, there were jealous glares at him from the other three when we finally snapped out of it.
I wonder what’s suddenly changed.
I show up and help build the ranch and all of a sudden, now, they all want to get in my pants?
But then again, why do I suddenly keep having these vivid, filthy daydreams of each of them, and all of them, fucking me senseless?
But I shake it off as best I can.
The shop is busier than normal in the morning, with people who had come by during the week eager to get the pieces they’d been wanting, but it slows down a little later in the afternoon and I begin to work on a cuff bracelet for a custom online order. I haven’t been working on it long when I hear the tinkling of my shop bell as the door opens.
I glance up to see all four of the hulking Irish brothers stepping into my store, looking around.
They seem surprised by how large the shop is, each of them wearing slightly impressed expressions.
“Well, what brings you four down to my humble little shop?”
Conor looks at me and wipes his expression, replacing the slight awe with a sarcastic smirk.
“You told us to come down here and see for ourselves what you do here,” he says, folding his arms over his chest.
“I did, but I didn’t expect you to lower yourselves to actually bothering,” I shot back.
“You’ve got a nice little place here, Gina,” Neil interrupts, stepping in and changing the subject, and reminding me for about the millionth time today of our rather charged moment in the barn the other day. “You really made all of these pieces yourself?”
I nod, shaking off the memory of his hard, chiseled body pressed against mine. To my surprise, when he was up against me, I’d felt something thick and hard pressed against my thigh. Either he had a flashlight in his pocket, or he had a raging hard-on. And it had taken a lot of self control not to find out for myself.
“Each and every one,” I answer, swallowing hard.
My face flames as if he could read my filthy thoughts, and I force myself to continue.
“Some of the stones were pre-cut, but there are a lot of them that I even did the cutting and facet work on.”
“Whoa, really?” Flynn asks, lifting his eyebrows, “That’s actually really cool.”
“Th-thank you,” I say, a little taken aback.
The compliment actually cuts through my horny, hazy mind and I take advantage of the focus to walk them through the shop, showing them everything, and then leading them behind the counter to my workbench.
Kal hops up, chirping for their attention, and Noah grins and scratches behind the cat’s ears.
“Who’s this?” he asks cheerfully.
“Oh, he’s mine. Sorry, he’s an attention whore,” I say, with a laugh.
“What’s his name?” Flynn asks as he offers Kal a hand to sniff.
“Kal-El,” I admit sheepishly.
Yeah, my cat’s full name is the birth name of Superman.
Neil looks at me and smiles.
“Well, that explains a lot,” he says, clearly remembering our Batman versus Superman argument.
“I’ve always loved Superman,” I confess. “I actually have a pretty decent collection of his comics.”
“That’s actually kind of hot,” Noah blurts out.
My face flames.
“Thanks,” I laugh.
I decide to change the subject and show them my work by example.
I get back to work on the bracelet, setting stones into the elaborately patterned silver. I explain that the shimmering stones I’m putting in are all different colors of sapphire.
“Really? I thought sapphires were just the blue ones,” Noah says.
I shake my head.
“A lot of people do, but that’s not the case. Sapphires come in just about any color except red. A red one is a ruby.”
“Wait, so rubies and sapphires are the same thing?” Conor asks.
“Basically. They’re both corundum, the only difference is color,” I say, with a nod.
“That’s so weird, why is red the only one that they don’t consider a sapphire?” Neil wonders.
“To be completely honest with you, I’ve wondered the same thing for years,” I say, with a laugh, “but I really don’t know.”
It feels kind of nice that they seem so genuinely interested, and they watch with fascination as I set stones and finish the piece.
When it’s done, I hand it to Neil to take a closer look. His gaze pores over every inch of it.
“This is beautiful,” he says, and my heart swells.
He passes it to his twin and Noah looks it over just as intently.
“Wow,” he breathes, “That’s so intricate, how did you do that?”
I smile.
“Showing you that would take a lot longer,” I chuckle. “The metalwork on this one was a bit much.”
The bracelet gets passed on to Flynn, who examines it appreciatively.
“I didn’t know jewelry could be so...interesting,” he admits, making me laugh.
He hands it over to Conor, my harshest critic, the brother I butt heads with most often, and I tense, expecting the worst. But to my surprise, he admires the bracelet just as appreciatively as his brothers, before looking me in the eyes and handing it back to be.
“It’s stunning,” he says, his voice low, “You’re really an artist.”
The comment bowls me over.
“Thank you,” I say quietly, setting the bracelet carefully into a case and snapping it closed.
I take off the glasses I wear for the close-up work and set them down, rubbing my eyes and reaching for the drops I keep on my desk to combat the eye strain from my tiny, detailed work.
“I stand corrected, Gina,” Conor says as I’m carefully blinking the drops in. “The work you do here might not be the kind of physical labor we’ve been doing, but it’s still hard work. I’m sorry I’ve been such a dick.”
“Thanks, Conor,” I say softly, touched by his admission.
It’s never easy to admit when you’re wrong, and I never would have expected it out of his stubborn mouth.
“I’ll admit, it’s actually kind of a relief to be off my feet and not lifting shit today,” I confess, rubbing my bicep.
All four of them laugh, and it’s like a dark cloud has cleared away. And there’s a little twinge of some unfamiliar feeling in my chest when Conor turns his megawatt smile on me.
For the first time, I feel a spark of attraction that goes deeper than just the physical pull.
I like that smile, and I want to draw it out more often.
I like the sounds of their laughter, the comfort of their company when we all drop the bullshit.
It feels like a crack in the walls I’ve made around my heart all these years.
And it scares me to death.
Chapter Eight
Noah
When we all show up to the construction site on Monday, our spirits are high. It feels like things are less tense, like we’re finally not at war with Gina. We’re all relaxed, and the progress we’ve made has us feeling pretty optimistic.
But I’m distracted. I had th
is filthy dream about Gina, and now all I can think about is whether or not I imagined her body correctly.
How far down do those little freckles on her cleavage go?
And when she bends over, her t-shirt rides up and I catch a glimpse of color on her skin above the waistband of her shorts.
My eyebrows shoot up. While I may have seen the more laid-back side of this girl, I still never would have pegged her for the tramp-stamp type. I wonder what the rest of the tattoo is and I’m leaning over slightly to get a better look when she straightens and I have to shoot back into my place.
Unfortunately, the pleasant morning is quickly soured by the arrival of the two assholes, Earl and Virgil, building the competing dude ranch that.Upon some further investigation, we’d managed to hunt down their last name, Sanders, and we’d found the location of the dude ranch they’re building.
According to Delia, they’ve hired one of the cheapest, shoddiest contractors in the entire state, and when we ventured by to take a look for ourselves last night, it shows. Which explains why they feel so threatened by us, I guess.
But the fact is, we’ve been planning and building for months. For them to suddenly show up and start throwing together something this shitty shows that they really are just trying to rip off our idea. And they’re trying to scare us off by puffing their chests out, but I don’t think any of us really see them as anything more than an annoyance.
And I’m definitely annoyed as they approach, and I can tell from the looks on everyone’s faces that I’m not the only one.
In fact, Flynn in particular looks ready to fight. He takes a few strides toward the Sanders brothers.
“What the hell do you guys want now?” he snaps.
Neil makes his way over quickly and grips Flynn’s shoulder.
“Looks like y’all are making some good progress,” Earl says, ignoring Flynn’s question, “You guys planning your opening already?”
“Can we help you with something, gentlemen?” Keenan asks coolly.
“Nothin’ wrong with scoping out the competition, is there?” Virgil asks. “Not that you’re gonna be much competition, not for long.”
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