Weston Ranch, Fisher's Story

by Stephanie Maddux

  Fisher picked her and carried her upstairs to her room. He made sure that she was comfortable and covered up before he drew away from her. Putting her in bed brought memories back of the last time he did this, but it was in his bed. Little had changed between the two events. Claire rolled over and murmured to him. He couldn't hear so bent back down to her level to hear her better.

  "Stay here with me," she whispered. She still had her eyes closed. There was no way in hell he would be able to keep his hands to himself. However, he wasn't about to let this opportunity slip by. He quickly stripped down to his boxers and climbed into bed beside her. She curled up next to him, and he knew it would be a long night.

  The first thing Claire noticed when she woke up was that she wasn't alone. Her back was to him, and his arm slung over her small frame. She dared not move, in fear of waking him up. She wasn't ready to find out why Fisher was in her bed. She glanced at her alarm and quietly moaned. It was nine in the morning and her sisters would be awake. There was no way she would be able to get Fisher out of her room without them knowing. She silently groaned when she realized his truck was in the driveway still. There was no way for her sisters to miss that detail. Let the questions begin, she thought grimly.

  "I know you're awake. Your body has gotten tense," Fisher said softly, propping himself up with his arm to see her better. She rolled over on her back and looked up at him.

  "May I ask why you are in my bed?"

  "Why? I'm here because you invited me darling,” he chuckled, gently caressing her arm with his free hand.

  Claire couldn't recall ever asking him to share her bed, but before she could protest, he was moving her hair and gently kissing her neck and touching her face. Claire knew this was coming, and she didn't have the strength to deny him or herself this.

  She turned into him, pressing her lips to his naked chest. She gasped as his lips eased over her breasts, his mouth deliciously sucking while his rough hands moved down to her pussy. She clamped the back of his head as he inserted his finger into her. She spread her legs wider for better access. If felt so damn good. She jerked his boxers down, freeing his cock that was pressed up against her stomach. Just feeling his hardness was making her wetter. She didn’t remember his cock being this big. She arched her body into his thrusting hand, about ready to explode from the pleasure.

  “I want you so fucking bad right now,” he ripped her panties off her and tossed them aside. Lifting her up, he took her tee and went back to lavishing her breasts. She stroked his cock faster with each flick of his tongue on her. She pushed at his shoulders, off of her and down onto the bed, so that she straddled him.

  “It’s my turn,” she left a trail of kisses from his neck to the firm muscles of his stomach. She felt his hands pull back her hair to see her better, already knowing what she was planning. She took his cock in her mouth, going down until it reached the back of her throat. She was gagging herself with each suck. His hands fisted in her hair, not urging or guiding. His hips lifted, trying to match her rhythm.

  “Stop or this is ending too soon,” he grabbed her by the shoulders and hauled her up his body, flipping her over unto the bed. His raw power was like a drug to her system, an aphrodisiac that she was quickly becoming addicted to. He gripped her thighs and plunged deep, making her arch with the intenseness of his thrust.

  “You are making me fucking crazy, so damn sexy. This ain’t lasting long,” he hissed in ear right before he nicked her earlobe with his teeth. He fucked her hard, harder and harder. She was almost there, could feel her orgasm building. Perspiration coated their skin.

  “Fuck me. Yes…Yes…,” she groaned, frantic with need. He captured her scream as she climaxed, her pussy lips milking his cock. She felt the pulsing of his cock as he came inside of her. She buried her face in his neck, breathing hard.

  “Fuckin’ amazing, but we didn’t use a condom,” he whispered against her ear.

  “It’s ok. I’m on the pill. We don’t have to use them. I trust you,” she replied.

  Claire sighed in utter contentment. She gently dislodged him from herself and lay motionless underneath of him. She was slowly coming down from her high. Their bodies were cooling. Fisher's chest was rising and falling in a semantic motion, almost willing her to fall back asleep. Fisher was silently roaming his hands all over her back. The silence was soothing instead of tension for once. The clock now showed ten thirty, and she knew that Fisher was already late for his day, yet he seemed to be in no hurry.

  "I'm sorry you're getting a late start to your day," she said into his chest before meeting his eyes.

  "I think this is a little more important to me. This has been building since you came home." He lightly lifted up and off of her. Getting out of bed and throwing on his crumpled clothes. Fisher smiled down at her while pulling himself together. He had the boyish grin she loved so much. Everything about him was pulling her in deeper.

  "You want to help me on the ranch today?" He asked.

  "I can't. I have to go see about some land in the Houston area, and the realtor is coming with me. She called me last night, while you went home and showered. I will be gone for the rest of the day. We are leaving at noon." She watched his facial expressions at this news but saw nothing. He shrugged and sat down after he was fully dressed.

  "The Houston area is four hours away. You can't find anything closer? How would you even make that work unless you moved up there?" He asked, staring at her intently, waiting for her to say something.

  "I might be moving up there in the next year if everything goes as plan. This is crucial to me. I need to do this, and if Houston is where, then so be it, but the land sounds impressive. It is a campsite, so it already has the cabins and a lake. The plans are half way done already," she answered. She searched for something to tip her off about how he was feeling, but only finding indifference on his face.

  Fisher pulled her in for a passionate kiss before replying, "I have to go. Call me later when you have the chance." He scribbled down his number on the pad she had sitting by her clock and let himself out. Claire hoped he managed to get out without running into her sisters, but knew it was a lost cause.

  Chapter Six

  Fisher had left Claire before he had the chance to make a complete ass out of himself. Of course, if she couldn’t find the land close by, she would look elsewhere. What did he actually expect her to do? Give up her dreams. Fisher went straight home and got straight to work. He was trying to put thoughts of Claire and her impending move from his mind. Two hours later and very little accomplished, he called a friend of his, a realtor in the next town over, to discuss Claire's options.

  Fisher was finishing up with his call, when Asher strolled in and made himself at home in his office.

  "Why was your truck at our neighbors? Scratch that, I'm not stupid. Stay away from her. I don't care if I am your brother, you touch her again, and I'll kill you," Asher said tightly. His fists were white and clenched around the chair's armrests.

  "Since you never truly had a claim to her, I think you need to mind your own damn business. She's an adult, and you had your chance," Fisher stated more calmly than he felt. Inside, he was seething with jealously.

  "She belongs with me, Fisher,” Asher gritted out.

  "Funny, it didn't seem that way last night when she was under me, screaming my name," he said crudely.

  Asher leapt up and came across the desk at him, "You touch Lexie again, I swear…"

  "Lexie? What the hell are you talking about? I'm talking about Claire," Fisher interrupted, gawking at him.

  Asher instantly sat back down, not meeting his eyes.

  "Ash, I was with Claire last night, not Lexie," he wanted to repeat it just in case he misread the situation.

  "Claire. Not Lexie?" Asher quoted in a daze.

  “What is going on? Claire told me that it was Maddie you wanted,” Fisher said, feeling Asher’s tension ease.

  “I accidental slept with Lexie, thinking she was Maddie, once I
realized who it was, I have been after her ever since,” Asher confessed.

  “How do you accidental sleep with the wrong woman?” Fisher asked.

  “Never mind that. What’s this about Claire?” Asher demanded.

  Fisher paused, not knowing how much he wanted Asher to know. This was new to him too. The realtor had nothing available. He was told the campsite in Houston was a great deal and a prime location. If she liked it, Claire would be expected to place a bid by the end of the week, which didn’t give him much time to come up with something.

  “We slept together six years ago, right before she left for college. I have no will power when it comes to her. I just left her hours ago, and I want her again. What the hell is wrong with me?” Fisher rubbed his eyes, still tired from the night before.

  “You slept with my girlfriend?” Asher asked slowly.

  “She wasn’t your girlfriend, Ash. You used her to get to her sister,” he stated.

  “That is crude, and I resent that. I treated her like a girlfriend in every way that counted,” Asher countered.

  “Really? How do you figure? She was a virgin when I slept with her the first time,” Fisher told him.

  “A Virgin?” Asher asked in disbelief.

  “Yeah, scared the shit of me, to be honest,” Fisher said.

  “I never cheated on Claire in the two years we dated. I took her on dates, helped around the ranch, helped with her homework, and I stayed away from her sister, which you didn’t give me the same courtesy,” Asher said dryly.

  “Well said. Let us talk about Lexie again,” Fisher started, but Asher stood up and left the room, a smirk on his face. Fisher picked up the phone to call Claire, wanting to know about Asher and Lexie. The call went to straight to voice mail. He glanced at the clock; it was one in the afternoon. Damn, how was he supposed to go through the whole day without seeing her?

  He switched his attention to his business in New York. He spent a few hours answering emails and pouring over data. His team seemed to be handling everything fine while he was on leave. The ranch financials were looking up. He wanted the ranch business to be in the black before he handed the reigns over to Asher.

  Claire glanced around the abandoned campground. This was not what she expected. It was anything but what the realtor described. Weeds were overtaking the four bunk cabins. Doors were broken off their hinges. The lake was covered in algae, bugs swarming around everywhere. There was no pavement and what was once gravel roads, were long gone.

  “How long has this place been abandoned?” Claire asked the realtor.

  “About ten years. The owners died seven years ago, and the heirs fought over the will. This was released last year to one of the relatives.”

  “Well, they are asking too much. The location is an hour out of the way, winding roads and pot holes cover most these back roads. This was incredible hard to find. How am I to work with this?” Claire was frustrated. She left the realtor behind and trampled through the weeds. She was trying to determine if anything was salvageable. The cabins were too small. Those would have to be torn down and rebuilt. The Main house was in disarray. Boarded up windows, graffiti painted on the side. The lake would need extensive work. There would be no money left. This wasn’t going to work.

  “Let’s go back home. This is a waste of my time,” Claire motioned the realtor to load up her equipment in the truck.

  “But, we still have the other half to go,” she started to whine.

  “I’ve seen enough,” Claire interrupted the rest of her statement. The woman knew she was defeated, loaded up her travel bag and met Claire at the truck.

  The four hour ride home was filled with the realtor looking up other properties, recommending further areas. Some were in Arkansas. While the realtor was rambling on, Claire was reorganizing her plan. Something had to work right. She wasn’t going to give up.

  After dropping the realtor off at her office, she pulled into her driveway about nine p.m. Lexie’s Land Rover was missing, and Maddie’s convertible was nowhere to be seen. She walked into the dark house, not bothering with turning on any lights. She was too tired. A shower and her bed were the only things she wanted. She flipped the light switch in her room and let out a piercing screech.

  “Fisher James Weston! What are you doing here, scaring the hell out of me?” Claire clutched her chest, taking calming breaths. Fisher lay cross legged on her bed, his arms folded behind his head, looking sexy with sweatpants and no shirt on. Her fingers wanted to touch his bare muscled chest. She closed her bedroom door and turned the lock with a decisive click.

  “You’re phone is off. I wanted to see you,” he said, not moving an inch.

  Claire took off her coat and toed off her shoes, “You could have left a message instead of sneaking into my house,” she chided.

  “I have a key. At least I didn’t bring my truck. No one knows I am here. So relax, you’ve had a long day. Strip and get into the bed,” he demanded with an impish grin.

  She spun around slowly, facing his smug face. Her fingers trailed up under her shirt, and she slowly brought her shirt up over her head tossed it aside. She eased off her jeans and kicked them away and twirled. With nothing on except a red lace bra and red silk thongs, she started swaying and dancing up to the bed. She straddled him. Leaning down, she jerked his mouth to hers.

  “I’m in charge,” she bit his lip and cupped his cock through his sweatpants. His hands gripped her ass, and he thrusted his hips up. She threw back her head and moaned.

  “Can you come like this?” He asked as he continued to grind his cock in her pussy.

  “Take your sweats off. I need you inside me,” she pleaded. She lifted enough for him to free himself. She positioned herself over his tip and eased onto him. He peppered feather light kisses across her chest, his fingers undoing her bra clasp. His hands squeezing her breasts, while his tongue flickering over her nipples. She whimpered at the sensation of heat surrounding them.

  Her free hands held his shoulders tightly as she started to ride him, slowly as first.

  “Faster baby, yes,” he gripped her hips, forcing her to ride him faster, the friction causing her clit to throb. He started fucking her from underneath causing her to come before she was ready. Her aftershocks caused him to follow her over the cliff. She slumped against him, trying to calm her ragged breathing.

  “Welcome home sweetheart,” he whispered from above her.

  Chapter Seven

  Fisher landed on the ground with a heavy thud, his horse still kicking viciously. He raced to calm her down. Cooing and petting her until it was only whimpers coming from the horse. He slowly moved to her leg to inspect the damage. Fuck, he would probably need a vet to look at it. Lexie was the only other person Bree liked. It came in handy, since Lexie was a veterinarian technician. He pulled out his phone and called her. It would be a twenty minute wait. He sat down on the ground, next to his horse, ran his hands through his short hair.

  He should have stayed in bed this morning, cuddled up with Claire. He never got the chance to ask her about the Houston land last night, and he had left before she woke up. Did he feel guilty not evening allowing her a chance to talk to him about buying his land? Yes, god knows the ranch could use some extra money. He needed to stay away from Claire for a while, needed to sort things out in his head. He never was clear headed around her. He was saved from thinking into it any further, for Lexie just pulled up.

  “What happened to her?” Lexie asked as she made her way to the restless horse.

  “I was checking the fences, when Bree fell into a deep hole, and she went down on it,” he answered, standing up to assist her with whatever she needed. Lexie carefully turned the horse’s ankle, gently pressing on it, while he soothed his horse and kept her attention.

  “Doesn’t appear broken, just badly sprained. Her cuts will need to be stitched up. It will need bandaged. I’ll give her some meds to help with the pain. Just try and keep her rested,” Lexie finally determined.

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sp; “I’ll tie her up and go get the trailer,” Fisher said absentmindedly.

  “Come on then. I’ll drive you back,” she said, packing up her supplies. She left him to tie up his horse. He climbed in the passenger side, and she started the ten minute drive back to his house.

  “Is something wrong?” He asked when she didn’t speak or even look at him. Her demeanor was severe and frosty. She had been standoffish while she looked over the horse too.

  “What the hell are doing with my sister? She isn’t even back a week, and you are messing with her head. Isn’t it enough that she moved three thousand miles away to get away from you?” She snapped.

  “I don’t understand. She was accepted at Ohio State. She wanted to go,” he said, not quite sure what was going on in Lexie’s head.

  “She was set to go to Texas A and M with Asher! She changed her mind at the last second, and I hardly saw her for six years, and now she is planning to leave again all because you are a selfish bastard and won’t sell land to her. If it was anyone else, it wouldn’t be a problem,” Lexie said rigidly.

  Before he had a chance to say something, she skidded the Land Rover to a halt outside one of his barns, “Get out and leave Claire alone,” she said in deadly calm.

  He climbed out and slammed the door and stomped over to where his truck was parked. What did Lexie know of his relationship with Claire? Hell, what did he know of his relationship with Claire? If one could even call it a relationship. They had been tip toeing around each other since high school. Fisher wrestled with the trailer and hitch, so consumed in what he was doing, he didn’t hear his father walk up behind him.

  “Need help son? Saw Lexie leave a couple minutes ago, one of the cows down or something?” His father asked.

  “Bree sprained her ankle; I need to bring her in. Jump in the truck and you can help me get her into the trailer,” he said, finishing hooking up the trailer lights. Fisher wiped his hands on his jeans, leaving dirt stains down the front. Another decent pair of jeans ruined.