Hell Yeah! Box Set With Bonus Cookbook

by Hunter, Sable

  Joseph knocked and knocked. Finally, he just opened the door of her room and rolled in. It was empty. Her things were on the bed where she had left them. She hadn’t unpacked. But, she was gone. Crap! He hadn’t seen her go by, and he had been outside the hall the whole time. To leave the area, she would have had to go by him; there was no other way out. Huh! Joseph was bamboozled. How had she just disappeared? Out of nowhere, Joseph felt a chill down his back. He remembered that Ms. Renaud practiced witchcraft. Suddenly, he couldn’t get out of the room fast enough. He’d catch up with Cady later.

  ******

  Jacob rode up to the barn at dusk and let out an amazed whistle. Libby had transformed the place! People were already gathering for the hayride. He had to hurry, get a shower and get changed. This was one night he had been looking forward to. He was going to show Jessie what could happen under the cover of darkness and a soft blanket.

  “You’re a vision,” Jacob whispered as he picked Jessie up and swung her around. “I can’t wait to show you off to everybody.” She was wearing a red, flouncy little dress than he had picked out for her because it was cut low in the front to show off her fabulous cleavage and was cut swingy in the hips so he could pull it up and out of the way when he wanted to play. The only thing he’d have to remember was to take some soft blankets so the straw wouldn’t stick her baby-soft private areas.

  He was no slouch himself, Jessie thought. In fact, Jacob McCoy was wickedly handsome. The twinkle in his eye made her weak in the knees. “I’ve never been on a hayride before, what are we going to do?”

  Jacob began to explain to her that the McCoys and several of their neighbors had big hay wagons that they used to haul the square and round bales out of the field to store for the winter. Tonight, those same wagons, pulled by teams of horses and filled with loose straw would pull couples and children on a circuitous route through the countryside. It was meant to be a time when kids could play and couples could cuddle under the moon. “You and I are going to do some serious snuggling. In fact, and I’m warning you now, I’m gonna pleasure you and you’re going to lay in my arms and not let on. There’ll be other couples right beside us. Do you think you can do that?”

  Immediately, her blood ran hot. “I don’t know,” she was being honest. “I’ve turned into quite a screamer.”

  “Yea, that’s what Isaac said,” Jacob was teasing, but Jessie’s mouth opened wide in shock.

  “Isaac can hear me?” Her hands flew to her cheeks.

  Jacob laughed. “Well, yea, Baby. Isaac can hear you when he’s home, and sometimes he can hear you all the way to the bar.” He was just kidding, but she whacked him on the arm for good measure. “I like you loud. I think it’s sexy. There’s nothing finer than a woman who lets you know when you’re doing something right. It’s a heap better than one that lays there like a corpse.” He hadn’t meant to say so much, but by her pacified look, he guess he’d said something right.

  “Have you told any of the family that you asked me to marry you, yet?” She had almost said something to Libby, but she wanted to wait and see if Jacob wanted to tell them as a family. Jessie remembered seeing the celebration through the window when Aron had told his brother’s about their baby. Maybe he’d like to do something similar.

  “Only Aron. I thought we’d wait till I got you a ring, if that’s okay with you.” he’d already ordered it. He probably looked guilty, but he was planning a big surprise engagement party for her, and he didn’t want to give anything away.

  “Okay.”

  She seemed satisfied. Lord, he hoped so. He had spent an hour looking at diamonds and settings trying to pick out just the right one. He was Harvey the jeweler’s new favorite customer. Not only did he buy an engagement ring and wedding band, but a matching necklace and bracelet. He wanted to shower his angel with diamonds that shone as bright as the stars in her eyes.

  “Come on, let’s go have some fun. It’ll be awhile before any guests arrive, but we can see if anybody needs any help.” Jacob took her by the hand and led her out into the warm Texas night.

  ******

  “Do you want me to stop, Libby?” Aron teased. She had insisted that they didn’t have time for sex before the party. Aron had begged to differ. His cock had been stiffer than a board when he had seen her in her little white eyelet sundress, looking like a walking wet dream on an Indian summer day.

  “I’ll kill you if you stop, Aron McCoy,” she managed to get the words out as he pounded her pussy hard, his balls slapping against her backside.

  Aron was so big and powerful that he handled Libby like a play toy. Now, he was on his knees, having pulled her up so that only her shoulders and head rested on the bed. Her legs were around his waist and he controlled the movement of her hips up and down on his cock with strong hands and smooth motions.

  Libby clutched the sheet so hard that her fingers lost all their color. “God, that’s good, Baby. More. More. Give me everything, you’ve got, Cowboy.” Libby chanted her pleasure.

  “Do you love me, Libby?” he asked through clenched teeth as he kept up a rhythm of short, hard strokes that had Libby’s pussy fluttering around his cock like the wings of a tiny bird.

  “Completely,” she could only manage one word.

  “Do I please you, Libby?” he pressed, the words an aphrodisiac themselves.

  “Utterly,” she confessed breathlessly.

  “Udderly?” Aron chortled. “Udderly? Like a cow?” He teased, never missing a stroke. Libby began to giggle.

  “No, silly. Utterly, like totally.”

  “Totally, Man” he did his best Keanu Reeves imitation. Still never missing a stroke. Libby’s giggles increased. “If you get me so tickled that I miss my orgasm, you’re gonna be sorry, Buster.”

  Laying her flat, he leaned into her, covering her body completely. “Baby, I own your orgasms.” And he did; Aron was the master. He began moving his hips in slow, sexy circles and tantalizing figure eights. “How’s that baby?“

  Libby was absolutely transported as his dreamy movements stimulated her whole vagina and his hard pubic bone rubbed sensuously over her clitoris. “Perfect. Absolutely perfect,” she groaned. In a few moments, Aron had her gasping with delight as he maintained the tantalizing movements, drugging her with deep, sensual kisses.

  “Now, come for me, Libby-mine. Give me your orgasm.” So, at his command, Aron had her shuddering with an all-encompassing, full body climax that was simply the best she’d ever had. “Now, who’s your daddy?” he asked as she closed her eyes in absolute contentment.

  Chapter Nine

  A little before dark, the community started to arrive. The McCoy Harvest Hayride and Dance was one event that was looked forward to all year. Smells of BBQ filled the air, as some of the cowhands had roasted whole pigs and hundreds of pounds of brisket and ribs on the huge pits that were built-in next to the dance pavilion. Isaac had set up his bar under two big oaks and brought all of his waiters and waitresses to help serve the crowd. Huge vats of iced beer and soft drinks sat available for everyone to help themselves. Tables laden with catered and homemade treats compelled guests to sneak a snack before boarding one of the twelve huge hay wagons that were about to take everyone on a moonlit ride.

  Jacob and Jessie had claimed their spot in the last wagon. He was interested more in privacy than he was in social interaction. About three other couples had the same idea and when the caravan left, Jacob was leaning against the sideboard, legs spread out wide with Jessie lying between then. Her back was to his front and they were completely nestled in deep hay and then covered over with a soft blanket. The route that they were taking took the wagons through winding roads and overhanging tress. Some folks in the wagons closer to the front sang songs and much laughter could be heard wafting on the breeze. But in the rear wagon, there were different sounds to be heard. Jacob and Jessie were obliviou
s to the others that shared their ride. “Look at that moon,” Jessie whispered, thrilled that they seemed to be in their own little world.

  “It’s a blue moon,” Jacob’s breath whispered against her skin.

  “It’s beautiful,” she put her arms over his, intensifying the hugging sensation that made her feel so safe and loved.

  “You’re the beautiful one, Precious.” His lips began a slow and determined journey from her cute little shell ear to the smooth curve of her creamy shoulder.

  “Jacob, have you thought of a name for our little boy?” She picked up one of his hands and fitted her palm to it, measuring the difference in their sizes.

  “Hmmm, what if I told you that I’ve had a name picked out for a long, long time.” As he talked, he let his fingers soothe the tops of her breasts that lushly rose from the neckline of her dress.

  Jessie shivered at the thrill of his touch. His fingers were callused by honest, hard work and the contrast of his roughness against her softness was intoxicating. “Tell me, Jacob. Is it a family name?”

  “No, it was the name of a childhood friend of mine. We lost touch with one another years ago, but I never forgot him.” Jacob’s spoke in a voice that was nostalgic with good memories. “His name was Travis, Bowie Travis. We called him B. T.”

  Jessie’s heart began to race with excitement. “Bowie Travis! I love it, Jacob. Can we call this baby by that name?” She placed both of their hands on her stomach, and the baby answered with a resounding kick.

  “I think he likes the idea.” Jacob rubbed the gentle swelling, giving pleasure to the mama and comfort to the son. “Hello, baby Travis. Your mama and daddy love you,” Jessie giggled as she looked around and all of the other couples had stopped what they were doing to watch them name their baby. One by one they began to applaud. Jessie, embarrassed, hid her face in Jacob’s wide chest and sighed with happiness.

  Halfway through the hayride, the wagons pulled in a circle around a campfire so that anyone who wanted to could roast a wiener or melt some marshmallows to make s’mores. Most everyone had already filled up on BBQ and snacks back at the pavilion, so they grabbed a beer and enjoyed the fire. Not Jacob and Jessie. Jacob decided to take total advantage of their chance to be alone.

  Reclining in the hay, he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, easing his jeans down over his hips so that he would be ready for action when the time came.

  “Undo your shirt, too, Jacob. I want to be able to feel your naked chest against my back.” In one ripping motion, he opened the shirt from top to bottom.

  “Come to me, Doll-Face.” She scooted back into his widespread legs. Before she lay back, he pulled her dress down to her waist. Braless, she settled back in his arms and he spread the blanket over them until over they were only visible from the neck up. When his palms covered her breasts she moaned at the welcome sensation.

  “Oh, I like this, Jess. I have everything I desire right at my fingertips.”

  And, God Almighty! What those fingertips could do! He played her breasts and nipples like a fine instrument. Jessie writhed with pleasure in his arms. Turning her head, she sought his mouth with her own. With love in his eyes, he gripped her chin and cheek and let his lips descend. Jacob’s tongue swept into Jessie’s mouth, dueled with hers and then wrangled it into submission.

  He couldn’t believe the dream that he held in his arms. Pulling her dress up above her hips, he smiled when he found that she was wearing one of the little thongs that he had bought at the boutique. Jessie spread her legs, indicating to Jacob her complete surrender. Just a touch, that’s all it took. She was so in love with Jacob that all he had to do was run one hand across her waist and she opened, blossomed, and wept for him. Raising her hips to meet his claiming, she cried her relief when he began to play with her pussy. Fire burst from the places he touched, and her vagina pulsed and ached, begging to be invaded, conquered and claimed. Jacob pushed two fingers into her tender vaginal opening, and she exploded in his arms.

  Jacob held her - God, he loved her. She pushed back on him, burrowing into his embrace as he rubbed her little clit with one hand and teased the perfect pale globes of her breasts with the other. “Stay with me now, Sweetheart.” Some of the guests were drifting back to the wagon, climbing in with cups of coffee and hot chocolate. Speaking softly, he asked. “Can you pretend that we’re not fooling around?”

  “I think so.” She didn’t sound completely sure.

  “I like to live dangerously,” he teased. “Let’s risk it.” Lifting her under the arms, he scooted her up the scant inch he needed to push his cock up into her eager canal.

  “Jacob!” she exclaimed, in the most modulated voice she could manage. Several eyes turned to look at her. “Isn’t it a beautiful night?” she tried for a lame save. Jacob’s chest vibrated with barely concealed mirth.

  “Indeed it is, Ms. Montgomery. It’s a fabulous night.” Underneath the cover of the hay and the blanket, he began flexing his hips upward, stabbing her with short, hard strokes.

  She braced her feet on his legs, allowing him to control every aspect of her body and their joining. “Is this good, Jess?”

  “God, yes,” she whispered. As she lay there suspended in her pleasure, he massaged her breasts, pulling at the nipples. “Rub your pearl, Baby. I want you to come for me,” he commanded.

  “Okay, but I don’t need it. What you’re doing is going to send me into orbit soon enough.”

  “Do it, anyway. I can’t last but a few more seconds, it’s too good.” She complied, and soon she was quivering on top of him, desperately trying to be as inconspicuous as possible. Jacob buried his face in her hair. The only way that she knew he came was the change in his breathing and the jets of cum that filled her to overflowing.

  “You’re good at this,” she mumbled conspiringly.

  “Look around.” he chuckled. “We’re not the only ones enjoying each other.” Jessie glanced around and sure enough, several of the couples appeared to be doing more than enjoying the night air.

  “Now, I understand the term.” she laughed.

  “What term?”

  “I believe we’ve had what you would call a roll in the hay?” Laughing he hugged her close, then he cleaned her up with a handkerchief and helped her straighten her clothes. Jessie had never felt so loved.

  ******

  “Miss Libby, I think your party is a success, Sweetheart.” Aron twirled Libby around the dance floor.

  “I think you’re right, Mr. McCoy.” She laid her head on his shoulder and sighed in contentment.

  “How do you feel? And don’t even think about lying to me, Girl.” Aron rubbed his cheek on her hair, wondering how he would ever survive without her. She was so precious to him. Just knowing that her leukemia could return at any time was a burden that weighed heavy on his soul. He vowed to enjoy every moment they had together and he prayed every day that her cancer stayed as far away from her as the east was to the west.

  She brought her arms up to wrap around his neck. “I feel good, Aron. I’m just tired.” He could hear the weariness in her voice.

  “We’re not staying out here too much longer. We’ll let Isaac and Noah play host and you and I will go snooze, How’s that?” Aron had more irons in the fire than he needed. Roscoe had called three times wanting to give a report on Jessie and the McCay’s, but he had kept putting him off. He had said it was important, but - God Almighty - what wasn’t? He couldn’t worry about that till they dealt with whatever nut was trespassing on the ranch. But, the one thing he refused to ignore was Libby. She had to come first.

  “Sounds heavenly.”

  Tequila Sunrise played songs that the crowd loved. The dance floor was crowded and Aron worked his way to the side, scoping out the crowd as he went. “Who’s that woman over there?” he asked Libby. “The one who’s wearing that loose
Mumu looking outfit?”

  “That’s Joseph’s therapist. She arrived this afternoon.”

  Aron could tell by her voice that something was wrong. “Spill it, Munchkin. What’s got your little mind a spinning?” As they swayed to the music, Aron scanned the room. The trouble they were having with vandalism and animal deaths was never far from his mind.

  “Joseph had the strangest reaction to Cady, Aron. He was rude; I’ve never seen him that way before. I had taken Cady to the room that she’ll be staying in, and when we returned we walked in on a conversation he was having with Jessie. Cady overheard him say some unkind things about how her appearance.”

  “How did she react? Do you think she’ll stay?” Aron wasn’t sure how he felt about Ms. Renaud. After Joseph told them he was going to contact her, Aron had made a few phone calls. He wasn’t one to leave anything to chance when it came to his family. What he had learned, however, eased his mind. She was very well respected in the medical community and had a high rate of success with her patients. On top of that, there had been some reports of complete recoveries; one doctor had actually used the word “miraculous” recoveries. For that reason, Aron hoped that whatever burr Joseph had up his ass wouldn’t jeopardize giving this woman a chance to see what she could do for him.

  “I’ve never seen anyone be so gracious. It was almost like she expected to be treated that way.” Libby didn’t like it. She hated to see anyone bullied because of their appearance, race, or any disability. That was one reason she had started gathering articles, books and other information to find anyway that she could to help Jessie. From further conversations they had, she knew that Jessie’s form of dyslexia was not the same as Nathan’s, and would require a different approach in treatment. “Do you think you ought to go ask her to dance?”

  Aron was about to steer Libby in that direction when he saw Joseph pull his chair up next to her. “Looks like another McCoy is on the job.”