Arrested Love

by Jean Baker

  She swung around and her eyes immediately dropped to his towel, which now tented toward her. “Oh, man, look at that sweet thing.” Her emerald eyes glittered.

  Turning his hips to the side, he growled, “No touching, bad girl. Tell me, where are my clothes?”

  “Hmmm, last I saw of them, they were in flames on the burn pile.” Nonchalant, she broke eggs into the bacon pan.

  He put his fists on his hips and glared at her. “Now, isn’t this about the same situation that caused you to be punished earlier?” Damn, this might sound more realistic if my spastic cock would chill. “Honey, I’m a man, and a man should take care of his woman—not the other way around.

  She swayed toward him. “Frankly, if you took better care of me, I couldn’t walk.”

  “You know what I mean, and I refuse to be a kept man. That’s what those new clothes stand for in my mind. How’d you like it if I worked around the farm buck-ass naked?”

  Goldie lifted a brow. “Well, Sir Fuck-A-Lot, I intend to keep you, so I guess that makes you a kept man. As keeper, I will not allow you to expose my sweet piece of manhood to the elements.”

  Duncan dropped to a chair, his mouth open, not sure what to say to this crazy broad. “This calls for extensive punishment. Bring me some clothes, woman.”

  “Wait till you eat. I washed them so they would soften. By the time you’ve eaten, I can take them from the dryer.” She dished up the food and brought two plates to the table. “Maybe you ought to rearrange your towel. My heart can’t take it.”

  Goldie grinned when his face burned, and he tried to cover his privates. “Honey, I think you may need a tarp instead of a bath towel.”

  Struggling to keep his face straight, he said, “Be quiet, woman, I want to concentrate on eating and exploring ideas for a just punishment for what you’ve done.”

  He crammed food in his mouth, grumbling and mumbling between bites. The dimple in his cheek indicated to her that he held back a smile. “So, Sir Sexalot, you really hate being cared for? Damn, I forgot to buy sox.”

  “I don’t know why I’m fussing. I’ve been a kept man all my life.”

  “Ohh, you had a sugar mama?” She nibbled on a piece of toast and grinned.

  “No, first, my family, and then the government kept me—both just as bossy as you.” He leapt from the chair, pulled her up and grabbed her ass, lifting her to his waist. The towel slipped to the floor, and his cock punched into her wet heat. “Ha! Anyway, I’m stronger than you and I plan to throw you on the kitchen floor and get with the punishment.”

  Both were laughing as the sound of a vehicle pulling up to the back porch cut through their merriment. A heavy door slammed. Duncan ran for the pantry, while Goldie smoothed back her hair, jerked her blouse down, and went to the door.

  Oh, shit. Marty. Goldie closed the door and step onto the porch. He strolled to her, smiling, a bouquet of roses in his hands. “I came to apologize for that incident in the mercantile. The minute I see you, I just lose my mind.”

  She needed to get rid of him before Duncan comes outside. The anxiety caused her voice to become strident. “Take your damn roses and haul ass, Marty. How many times do I have to tell you I’m not interested?”

  He pulled a velvet box from his pocket and held it out. “Ever since we were kids making mud pies together, I intended to marry you.” He opened the container. A huge diamond glittered in the sun.

  Her breath sucked in. Damn, what a rock!

  “Just think, if we combine the farms, you will be the richest wife in the county, if not the state. You will move in circles that matter, on the arm of someone who adores you.”

  “Bull, I know you, Marty. You aren’t capable of loving anyone except yourself or anything except money and power. We were childhood friends only until you became an ass. I’ll never marry you and will never let you get your hands on my farm.”

  His eyes bulged and his lips rolled back exposing gritted teeth. He dropped the flowers to the dirt and stepped toward her, his hands fisted. “I’ll put this ring around your finger, or my hands around your neck.”

  Goldie backed away just as Duncan stepped from the house, and draped his arm over her shoulders. “A lovely proposal, my man. Maybe you should step back and be careful about what you say.”

  Marty stepped back and glared at Goldie. “Who the fuck is this big ape?”

  She opened her mouth, but Duncan spoke first. “The lady hired me to take care of things around here.” He stepped off the porch and extended his hand. “You can call me Duncan.”

  The introduction and the hand were ignored. “Yeah, I can imagine what you take care of and how you do it.” Turning to Goldie, he said, “You goddamn whore!”

  Duncan’s fist met Marty’s jaw, and Marty’s ass hit the ground. Shaking his head, he struggled to his feet. He headed for his car, weaving. Once seated behind the wheel, he snarled, “You haven’t seen the last of me, you son-of-a-bitch. And, you, Goldie, you’re mine and so is the farm.”

  She gripped Duncan’s forearm and watched the new jeep roar down the driveway. “Oh, God, I so did not want you to meet him.”

  He chuckled. “Forget about it. He’s full of hot air. Just enjoy having so many men in love with you.”

  “Yeah, well, I prefer your way of showing it.”

  “Any time, sugar, any time.” His arm tightened around her shoulder—his face became solemn. “After thinking about it—he could be dangerous—seems a little off his rocker.”

  “It’s because he’s used to getting anything he wants, when he wants it.” She turned into his arms and hugged hard.

  “You’re trembling, honey. Why don’t you go for a ride on Baby? She needs the exercise and you need to relax.”

  “Thanks, I think I will. What will you be doing?”

  “There’re about a hundred things that need doing, but maybe I’ll clean out the loft. Hay baling time will be soon and it needs to be clean. A dirty, itchy job I’ve managed to ignore.”

  Goldie loped to the barn and retrieved a saddle and harness. She whistled outside Baby’s paddock, and the horse ambled to the gate. “You’re getting lazy, Baby, step it up.” She whickered and moved a smidgen faster.

  “You’ve spoiled her. She’ll move if I call. Can I saddle her for you?”

  “Duncan, I’ve been doing this since before I could reach her back, thank you very much.”

  After tightening the belly cinch, Goldie swung up into the saddle, and with a small wave to Duncan trotted away. The minute Baby moved, Goldie felt her body relaxing and her mind clearing. Problems didn’t go away, but they calmed into orderly thoughts. Something Marty said kept niggling at her. Why is he so danged sure of getting the farm? I don’t see how he can unless we do marry, and that ain’t gonna’ happen. Tomorrow, I better get to the bank and get another extension on the loan.

  That worry floated away, and she thought about Duncan going after Marty. I’ve never played the damsel in distress, but have to admit I kinda’ liked having my man defend me. Women’s Lib, please forgive me. She had to talk with Duncan, though, and let him know the dangers of tangling with any of the Reeds. That old man possessed way too much influence.

  She settled forward in the saddle and warmth flooded her crotch. Oh, Lordy. She remembered how, as a kid, her dad told her a proper riding technique should have her shifting her weight further back on the saddle. “But, Dad, this way feels so good.” I’ll never forget the expression on his face. It was the one time she’d seen him lost for words. Tucking her ass under, she grinned and brought Baby up to a trot. Duncan keeps enough fire burning down there without Baby’s help.

  Billy Blackburn stood outside the barn talking with Duncan when she returned. Wonder what he wants? Oh, crap, Marty’s complained. Leaping from Baby, she smiled and held out her hand. “I see you’ve met my help.” Duncan’s brows rose.

  “Goldie, I told you I’d be by to meet him. After he freaked out, we had a good conversation. Kidding aside, I really need to speak w
ith you in private.”

  Duncan took the reins from her hand. “I’ll take care of the horse. Go on in and give Sheriff Blackburn a cup of coffee.”

  In the kitchen, Goldie washed her hands and poured two cups. “Sit yourself, Sheriff.” She smiled and settled down across from him. “I suspect Marty’s complained. Did you ask Duncan about it?”

  “Hmm, coffee is good. Yeah, I did. He’s not much of a talker is he? He did say Marty called you a filthy name and he decked him. I wanted your view of what went down.”

  Goldie sighed and rubbed her face. “You know Marty’s been intent on us getting married ever since we were kids. We were buddies as children, but the older we became, the nastier he’s become. Now, he’s determined to force me to do what he wants.” She explained what had happened.

  “That’s about what I figured went down. But you need to realized, this could get serious quick. He wants me to arrest your man, of course. After what you’ve told me, I can inform him that he trespassed, committed assault, and is guilty of harassment. Also, if he doesn’t let it be, I’ll charge him.”

  “Thank you for coming out and telling me this. I’m sure Dad will also appreciate it. The thing is, though, I doubt anything will stop Marty. He operates under the auspices of his father and thinks he can get away with anything. Also, I think maybe he’s developed mental problems.”

  “I’ll call Senator Reed and have a little talk with him. In the meantime, I’ll watch Marty.” He placed his cup on the table. “Got anymore of this stuff?”

  “I appreciate it, Billy. But don’t jeopardize your own position on account of this.” She poured the last cup from the pot. “This is probably strong enough to be near nuclear.”

  “Cops can handle deadly coffee.” He grinned and took a sip. “Perfect. Tell me about that studly looking young man out there.”

  Goldie felt her face heating. “He’s only been here a couple of weeks, is pleasant, hardworking, and I like him. He just showed up here one day looking for a job and gave me an offer I couldn’t refuse. Uncle Carl thinks he’s a war veteran; both Dad and Mom approve of him. Duncan doesn’t like to talk about his past, and I don’t care to press the subject. I’ll learn bit by bit.

  “Would you like me to check his background?”

  “I hope he’ll stay, but he may move on at any minute and it’d be wasted effort.” Her face tightened. “If he finds out we’re checking on him, it might run him off. It’d be best to leave things as they are until we see if he’ll stick.”

  Sheriff Blackburn stared into her eyes until she dropped her head. His forehead wrinkled and he shook his head. “I can see it’s too late. Girl, you’re a goner.” He stood and put on his hat. “Come, walk me to the cruiser.”

  She trotted behind him through the yard and to the car, feeling like a teen caught out by her parents. The sheriff slipped behind the wheel and she said, “Thank you so much for your concern. Please come back anytime you’d like to visit.”

  He slammed his door and looked out to her. “Please be careful, young lady. I’ll see about the problem with Marty today.” He waved and drove from the yard.

  Goldie turned toward the barn in time to see Duncan jump from the loft, hanging by a rope, to land at her feet. Her heart flopped. “Damn, you scared me. That pulley is old. You could have fallen and hurt yourself.”

  Laughing, he swung her around and kissed her cheek. “So, my girl worries about me. How about that?”

  She gave him a stiff-armed punch in the belly.

  He grabbed her fist and gave her knuckles a light bite. “How’d it go down with the cop?”

  “I told him what happened and how Marty’s been behaving for a long time. He’ll call Marty’s dad. He’s a U.S. senator and is the only person able to control his son.”

  “Billy seems like a stand-up guy.”

  “He is and has been a family friend for a long time. He and Dad went to school together and were on the same football team. As a matter of fact, so was Marty’s dad.” Goldie gave him a once over. She wondered about his expression. Was that fear in his eyes? Deciding to let it slide, she said, “God, you’re dirty.”

  “Yeah, but I managed to get the loft clean while you were gone. Found a few families of mice.”

  “Ick.”

  “We need cats to take care of the varmints. How can this be a proper farm with no cats and dogs? Go upstairs with me and see what a tidy place for the new hay looks like.”

  She placed her hands on her hips and looked up at him from under long lashes. “No monkey business up there. I don’t want to be itching all day again, with straw stuck to my butt.”

  Duncan’s smile was overly innocent as he draped his arm around her shoulder and led her to the barn. “Baby, you know I wouldn’t do that. Besides, I’m much too filthy to touch your beautiful bod.”

  “Are the mice gone?” She climbed the ladder and he followed, fighting the urge to take a bite of her sweet ass. Stepping into the loft and looking around, she said, “Wow. It looks so much bigger. Don’t believe I’ve ever seen it this clean before.” Then she turned toward Duncan, smiling.

  Sun cut through the large loading door, lighting up a dirt-coated, muscled Adonis, naked as the day his mother first saw him. Her eyes widened and she grinned. “You are a sight for sore eyes—so beautiful.” She took two stumbling steps toward him, and then bolted for the ladder.

  She managed to get a foot on the top step before he grabbed her around the waist and hauled her up against his bare chest. Automatically, her arms circled his neck, while he dropped one arm and pulled her against his throbbing cock. Her arms slipped over his sweaty shoulders; her legs circled his waist without a command from her heated brain.

  His mouth devoured hers, as his bare feet moved, until he trapped her against rough, pine boards. Her body pinioned between the wall and his body, his hands were free to lift her higher. He jerked her shirt apart and covered her breast with his hungry mouth. Curling his spine, he tried to ram his dick up her thighs. One hand, circled the other nipple until Goldie clasped his head, pulling him against her chest. The other hand fumbled at her zipper. “Damn it!” He dropped her to her feet, his mouth leaving her breast with a sucking sound.

  She cried out and squeezed both breasts with her hands as he ripped her pants off. Tying the legs of the jeans around her waist to prevent wood splinters in her ass, he lifted her again and settled her pussy over his pulsing dick. Dirt, sweat, and straw clung to her body, but she didn’t seem to notice as he began rocking his hips, reaching higher and higher into her convulsing walls. “Oh, baby, suck my cock. Give me what you got. Love me.” His voice dropped into a growl. “Please love me. Come around my cock. I’m coming—I’m coming!” A scream ripped from his chest and her voice joined his.

  They stopped, in the same position for a minute, and then Goldie tried to bounce on his weakening cock, clearly wanting more. He stepped back to give her freedom to move. Her fingers sank deep into his biceps, and he supported her buttocks. She went wild, panting and begging. His cock began to enlarge and grow stiff. It became a steel rod by the time Goldie leaned back and screamed again. He felt himself being sucked deeper inside, but his legs were going numb. Sinking to the floor, he laid back as she straddled his hips and continued to ride him, crying and panting.

  He lay still, letting her have her way, grateful his cock stayed hard for her use. Oh, shit. I used the ‘love’ word—shouldn’t have done that. If I have to go, it’ll make it worse for her. But, dammit, I do love her so much it makes my chest hurt. He watched as she weakened, getting ready to explode. Afterwards, she collapsed forward, tears streaming down her face. Relaxing his hips, he lay inert and let his cock pump cum into her wet cunt. He was too tired to move or even cry out.

  His arms tightened around her shaking body and he nuzzled her hair. His cock slid from between her thighs, releasing a flood of their combined juices. Her trembling and sobs slowly subsided, and they both lay still, not moving.

  “Got str
aw in my ass again.” Her voice sounded petulant, but then she giggled.

  “Yeah, I bet I look like the straw man in that story about the yellow brick road.”

  “We can’t trek this mess in my house. Beside the straw, our sweat has mixed with the dirt on the floor, and we’re muddy.”

  “Remember me washing down outside the barn? Little chilly, but it works—sure calmed my erection down to a nub.”

  “You had an erection? I didn’t know.”

  “Sweetheart, the first time I saw you, the big boy jumped to attention.” He stroked her bare ass and grinned. “Ready to get up?”

  She lifted her head, bit his chin and moved to his nipples and nipped both before standing. Taking his hands, she pulled him upright. She giggled again when he staggered.

  “Woman, you’re killing me.”

  After a careful descent of the ladder and exiting the barn, they stood, naked, staring at the spigot. Goldie looked around worrying they might be seen. “Are we really going to do this?”

  He opened the valve, picked up the hose and sprayed her.

  “Son-of-a-gun! She danced around screaming as he washed her down. “I’m going to kill you. Give me that hose.”

  As the water poured over Duncan, Baby hung her head over the fence and stared at them, obviously thinking these people are nuts.

  Once clear of straw and mud, they ran for the back porch. Inside the kitchen, Goldie leaned over laughing. “I’ve never streaked before.”

  “You looked damn cute doing it too. Those cheeks rolling around and the tits bouncing. We need to do that more often.”

  Breakfast over, Goldie stood at the sink, cleaning dishes and watched Duncan fiddle with the tractor. She smiled thinking about the two of them butt-naked playing in the water like children. Since then, their days had been filled with sexual adventures, flavored with youthful play. Billy visited often and they were lucky he hadn’t arrived at the wrong time. She laughed aloud.