Amy's Redemption

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by B J Wane


  RJ was wondering how that could happen also. Rory had sworn he had the saddle cinched securely when he had readied Coco for her that morning. RJ had left him with instructions to check the saddle over for wear or damage that might have caused it to slip. He and his crew took excellent care of the equipment, specifically so there wouldn’t be any such accidents, but mistakes were known to happen. However, when Rory greeted them as he helped Amy from the Suburban by saying, “I need to speak with you and Mitch, boss,” RJ had a bad feeling.

  “Sweetheart, why don’t you go lie down while Rory catches me up?” RJ took her hand and led her up the steps to the front door.

  Amy rolled her eyes at him, sighing. “I’m tired of lying down, I’m fine and I’m going to my kitchen.”

  “I see it’s been way too long since I’ve had the pleasure of your bare ass over my knee.” RJ noticed she didn’t bat an eye at his threat nor did she seem to mind in the least that both Mitch and Rory were within earshot. She was absolutely perfect for him, he thought with pride.

  “Yes, it has,” she agreed with a sassy smile. “Something I expect you’ll remedy before long, so let me get to my work while you get to yours. Thanks for the ride Mitch.”

  Twitching that enticing ass, she left all three men grinning after her. When RJ strode back to Rory, however, their grins quickly faded. “What’s up?”

  “I hate telling you this now, but it can’t wait,” Rory answered, speaking in a quiet, angry tone. “The cinch on Amy’s saddle had been cut, boss. She’s damn lucky she didn’t break her neck.”

  “Whoever did it has to be responsible for both the fire and the salted water tanks,” Mitch said, just as angry on her behalf as both Rory and RJ.

  “And I’m going to fucking find out who before anything else happens. You going to hear back from those background checks on the temps I hired soon?” he snapped at Mitch, worry for Amy’s safety making him lash out.

  “Easy bro,” Mitch said calmly. “None of them had a record or anything that even looked fishy. I’m going to dig deeper when I get back to the office, call in a few favors. It’s got to be one of them.”

  “I agree.” Looking at Rory, RJ added, “Till whoever is behind this, you and only you are in charge of Amy’s horse and gear.”

  “Trust me, boss, we’ll all be on the lookout,” Rory assured him.

  When Rory headed into the stables to fetch Amy’s saddle, RJ turned back to Mitch. “This changes things, Mitch. I hate to do it, but if I can get you a personal item of hers, can you run the prints? I need to know what we’re up against.”

  “Sure. Go check her make-up, something only she has handled and slip it into this without getting your prints on it.” Mitch pulled an evidence bag out of the glove compartment of his vehicle and handed it to him.

  “Wait here.” RJ returned to the house, and after making sure Amy was in the kitchen, quickly went to the master bath they both now shared and used a tissue to drop one of her lip glosses into the bag. She didn’t wear much make-up, so he could only hope she thought she lost it when she went to look for it.

  After giving Amy’s saddle and the lip gloss to Mitch before he headed back to town to keep as evidence, RJ spent the next few hours getting caught up with Rory. His mind, however, was wrapped around Amy, his constant need for her and the worry he felt for her safety. It was the constant desire for her that drove him to seek her out immediately upon returning to the house. As usual, she was busy putting together something that looked delicious with a lot of chocolate and strawberries, but not as enticing as she looked bending over in the short skirt she had changed into, revealing the under curve of her very bare cheeks. In two swift strides, he had her hauled against him, his hands cupping her bare ass.

  “You know better than to tease me, Amy,” he growled down at her.

  Amy smiled up at him, nonplussed. “Who says I’m teasing?” Reaching up, she kissed him with greedy fervor and escalating need. She had waited all afternoon for him to return, her pussy getting wetter by the minute as she moved around the kitchen with the warm air wafting under her short skirt, caressing her bare flesh. From her reaction, the skimpy thongs she usually wore afforded her more protection than she had given them credit for. Now, with her skirt bunched around her waist and RJ kneading her buttocks, she moaned longingly into his mouth as she kissed him with all the pent up hunger and lust that had been building for what seemed like ages.

  “Dammit, Amy,” RJ cursed as he broke away from her lips and carried her over to one of the kitchen chairs. “It seems like weeks instead of two days since I’ve had you.” Sitting down, he hauled her over his lap, her bare ass vulnerably displayed. Wasting no time, he swatted her right buttock with hard slap, he cock jerking in response when she cried out and lifted eagerly for the next stroke. “You love it, sweetheart, don’t you?” he grunted as he smacked her wriggling ass over and over, the instant flush and heat of her skin causing him to break out in a sweat of unfulfilled desire.

  “Yes, yes!” Amy admitted, tears springing to her eyes as the first swat elicited that desirable pain that bled into the most erotic pleasure. Whimpering in growing arousal, she spread her legs and arched her hips higher. “More, God RJ. Don’t stop,” she pleaded as her cunt dripped with moisture. Amy jerked her halter top to the side, releasing her left breast into her hand while she held onto the chair leg for support with the other. She pinched her nipple the same time he landed a particularly hard blow to the middle of her ass and practically screamed with the pleasure.

  “Come for me, Amy,” he ordered harshly, his eyes glued to her red buttocks. Her pussy lips were damp, the folds puffy and parted to reveal the pale pink flesh of her cunt. RJ couldn’t resist that temptation and aimed his hand between her thighs, landing a sharp smack on those enticing folds.

  Amy’s cry was music to his ears but when she spread her legs further and gasped, “Harder!” he damn near creamed his jeans. Concentrating on that soft, puffy flesh, he smacked her pussy several more times until she was convulsing in pleasure, her hips grinding against his leg, her pussy dampening his palm with her release.

  Amy lay shuddering over his lap, her body shaking with small tremors as her climax seemed to wind down slowly. Her ass and pussy pulsed with heat and as RJ ran his hand softly over the flesh he had just abused, she felt cherished and sated.

  “Stand up, sweetheart. I want you naked.” RJ lifted her and had her top and skirt discarded in seconds before he laid her back on the table and again took a seat in the chair. Grabbing her ankles, he braced her feet on his shoulders, spread her knees and feasted his eyes on her exposed vagina. “God, that’s the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen, Amy.”

  Amy moaned when his fingers spread her labia, exposing her fully. When he just stared at her, she wriggled her hips in embarrassment and need. “Dammit, RJ, do something!”

  RJ just grinned up at her. “Impatient little thing, aren’t you?” Keeping her lips spread, he lowered his mouth and slowly licked up her slit. “Mmm, you make a great afternoon snack.”

  Amy, on the verge of another climax, was about to make another demand that he quit teasing when Rory walked in and eyed her casually from head to toe.

  “Sorry, boss. I thought I’d try to swipe some brownies, if there were any left from the other day. I can come back.”

  RJ lifted his head to look at Amy. “Why don’t you help me get Amy’s mind off her headache instead.” When he saw the instant flare of lust in her dark eyes, he knew she was as excited as he to have Rory join them.

  Setting his hat on the counter, Rory sauntered over to the side of the table. “Be glad to.” Bending down, he sucked a pointed pink nipple into his mouth while kneading her other breast softly.

  “Hold on, sweetheart. We’re going to take you for a ride.” RJ lowered his head to her pussy once more, wasting no time burying his tongue deep, lapping up her juices with fast, hard jabs of his tongue.

  Amy raised her hands above her and grasped the edge of the tabl
e. The dual stimulation of Rory’s mouth and hands on her breasts and RJ’s mouth and fingers invading her pussy was more than she could stand. The two of them together threw her into a maelstrom of sensation, had her writhing against them and crying out in sensual bliss within moments, her body bowed tightly as the pleasure swamped her senses.

  Her body coated in a light sheen of perspiration, her nipples sharp and aching, her pussy spasming around his fingers as he latched onto her clit, she could do nothing but ride out the storm. By the time she had regained her senses, both men had freed their cocks and just the sight of those two large, hard organs had her on the precipice of another climax. “Yes,” was all she said to both of them, but it was enough.

  RJ rose, lifting her legs over his shoulders and pulling her hips to him as he did so. In one smooth thrust, he buried himself balls deep into her wet, grasping sheath and felt her close instantly around him. As Rory lifted her head and took her mouth, he began to fuck her in earnest, taking her hard and fast, his fear for her safety and his newfound acknowledgment of his love for her spurring him on.

  Amy never imagined in her wildest dreams that she could find such pleasure with one man, let alone fucking two. RJ had given her more than he’ll ever know, she thought as Rory looked down at her with hot eyes and a small smile and RJ’s grunts echoing around her. Their hard cocks felt wonderful in her pussy and mouth, and even though she could easily come again, her concentration now was solely on their pleasure. Grinding her elevated hips against RJ’s pounding cock, she took him deep and clasped him tightly as she held onto Rory’s dick with hard suction and a caressing tongue. When both their cocks jerked simultaneously, she relished being filled with their come, the shouts and groans adding to her pleasure as she joined them in their release.

  Chapter Seventeen

  “It’s not good news,” Mitch told RJ the next morning after he asked RJ to meet him at a small diner in between the ranch and Cheyenne.

  “Spill it, Mitch.” Sipping his coffee, he braced himself to finally learn something about the woman he loved.

  “Her real name’s Angela Ross. She ran away from her foster home at the age of sixteen. She’s has two priors for solicitation, one at age sixteen, the other the following year. Oddly enough, the foster parents she ran away from were both arrested for indecent liberties with a child about six months after she left them.”

  “That explains a hell of a lot.” RJ’s gut was churning with anger over what Amy had had to endure and marveled at how she pulled herself up and made something of herself. “I don’t condemn her for the choices she had to make obviously under piss poor circumstances,” he warned his brother in case Mitch was going to suggest he back away from her because of her troubled past.

  “Lighten up, RJ. You can tell by these mug shots she was just a scared kid trying to get by the best she could. She was good at escaping bad situations, I’ll give her that. After her first arrest, plans were made to send her to another foster care, get her some counseling, but she managed to run the first night there, and by the time she was picked up again, she was just two months shy of her eighteenth birthday, so she was cut loose. I couldn’t find any hospital records for her under that name or her current name, so if she was in an abusive relationship, neither of them sought professional medical help.”

  “Thanks, Mitch. I appreciate your help. Let’s keep this between us for now. Okay?”

  “Yeah, sure, but it doesn’t answer the question of who’s after her.”

  “No, but it sure explains a lot. Her independence that she clings to like a shield against the world, for one. It seems she’s got ample reasons not to trust anyone, especially men.”

  “Until now,” Mitch said, smiling at him.

  “Damn right. I need to get back. If you find out anything else about the three temps I hired before they get back tomorrow, let me know.”

  “Will do. Watch our girl carefully.”

  “Count on it.”

  Amy released RJ’s cock from her mouth and kissed her way up his abdomen and chest to his mouth. Latching on to his lips with a groan, she straddled his lean hips and sank down on his still damp cock, sheathing him fully inside her moist depths.

  “Christ, but you feel good, Amy,” he groaned as he surged up into her. “So fucking wet and hot, you burn me up.”

  “You’re pretty hot yourself, RJ. And hard, and thick,” she gasped as he grabbed her hips and slammed up into her. Bracing her hands on his shoulders, she rode him slowly, savoring every sensation of each inch as he filled her completely. “No one’s ever made me feel the way you do.”

  That concession told him more than she’d ever know, he thought as he remembered what he had learned of her past that morning. He had been haunted all day with images of her as a young girl, fleeing a bad situation only to be taken advantage of by others. That she had managed to get herself through school was a feat in itself, and his heart broke for the brave young woman she had become only to lose everything because of another heartless bastard.

  Rolling over, RJ grabbed her knees and draped them over his arms as he took over, thrusting slow and deep as he gazed down into her large, dark eyes. As he felt her quicken, her hips jerking against his and her cunt clasping his dick like a vise, he bent down slowly and kissed her softly. Raising his head just enough to look into her eyes, he kept fucking her as he whispered, “I love you, Amy.”

  Amy’s eyes widened in shock and glistened with unaccustomed moisture. When she started to say something in denial, he laid a finger across her lips. “Shh, don’t say anything. When you’re ready to talk, I’ll be here. And sweetheart, you can tell me anything.”

  Amy shut her eyes against the warmth and caring she saw in RJ’s green eyes, not knowing how to cope with these feelings. No one had ever said those words to her, and now that she had heard them from RJ, she thought she’d die if she couldn’t hear them again, and again. Her heart nearly shattered as her orgasm burst upon her, and she threw her arms around his broad strong shoulders and held on tightly as she drowned in the pleasure.

  Amy spent a good portion of the next morning baking for her boys, as she now thought of RJ’s ranch hands. Except for Rick and Gary, who were in their mid-thirties, the other hands were in their twenties and enjoyed teasing her like she imagined a brother would and eyeing her with lust when they caught her and RJ having sex, much like a brother’s friends would. She had missed Mike and the others these past three days and wanted to let them know by having their favorite cookies for them when they returned that afternoon.

  Several hours later, Amy was smiling as she brushed Tinker and fed her some carrots, remembering the pleased grins on the boy’s faces as she welcomed them back with a hug and a tray of cookies. If it hadn’t been for her constant fear over who was behind the fire the other day, she would be happier than she could ever remember being.

  “There, sweetie,” she crooned to the still sorry looking horse. Even though Tinker was filling out with regular feedings and was enjoying being a pampered pet, she was still in pitiful shape and probably always will be. Giving her one last carrot, she gave Bessie a couple, rubbed her nose the way she liked and slipped out of the stall.

  “Think your lover will keep those nags around once you’re gone?”

  Amy whirled around to see Carl blocking her. Trying to remain calm, she said, “You’re the one leaving, Carl, not me. Your job is done.” As she made to move around him, he grabbed her arm in a bruising grip, sneering down at her with hatred in his eyes.

  “Wrong, you little whore. Unless you want the next ‘accident’ to happen to one of these guys that seem to think you’re God’s gift to men, or better yet, to your lover boy, you’re going to do exactly as I say.”

  As realization dawned, Amy paled and started to visibly shake. “You started that fire? Why?”

  “Because that’s what ole Jed paid me to do, and now he’s done with the games. The salted water, the fire, the cut strap on your saddle were all to show you just ho
w fucking serious he is about getting you back.”

  “What are you talking about?” A sick feeling engulfed Amy, leaving her sweating in fear and disbelief. “The only Jed I have ever known is Jedidiah Barnes, a self righteous prick who’s dead.”

  “Wrong, bitch.” Carl grinned at her shock as his hand tightened painfully on her arm, preventing her from fleeing. “He recovered nicely from that bashing you gave him with that lamp, just one of the things he’s going to demand you atone for.”

  Alive! All this time she thought she had killed him, had been running out of fear of discovery, and he had been alive and obviously searching for her. No wonder the other man she had seen Carl with at the bonfire seemed familiar to her. “He was there, at the bonfire, wasn’t he?”

  “What a stroke of luck that was. After that fire I set in your little duplex sent you running before we could grab you, it took us another year to track you down here. Ole Jed almost had himself a heart attack when you went at it with your lover and his brother right there in front of everyone. Tell me, you gonna suck me long and hard when Jed’s doin’ ya like you did for them?”

  Amy felt nausea back up her throat as Carl ground his erection against her and the picture he depicted made her want to vomit. “I’d rather die than have either of you touch me,” she spat, trying desperately to find a way out of this. My God, she thought, they were both deranged. Carl had just admitted to setting the fire that resulted in Mrs. Baines death, which meant they’d stop at nothing. “You killed that nice woman, Estelle. What’d she ever do to you?” She couldn’t prevent the tears from falling, the first tears she had shed since she was sixteen and had prostituted herself for the first time for fifty dollars. She hadn’t cried since, but now, when her whole world was crashing down and her future looked just as bleak as it did that rainy night, she couldn’t seem to stop them.

  “She was just in the wrong place at the wrong time, and you damn well will die, or someone you care about on this ranch will if you don’t do exactly as I say.”

 

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