by Avery Gale, Jess Buffett, Willow Brooke, Lynn Ray Lewis, Gracie Meadows
She found the dishes and silverware, so when he got downstairs, the table was set. She was just taking the lasagna out of the oven, and he knew that she must have found the garlic bread in the fridge because he could smell it as it warmed in the oven. He opened a bottle of wine to go with dinner. It wasn’t often that he entertained a woman at his home. He preferred to meet them at a hotel or their apartment. Since Eddie was familiar with the ranch, he didn’t feel like she was intruding in his personal space. It was like she belonged to the place, just like the horses and the furniture. He smiled at his own thoughts; had she known that he had compared her to the furniture or even a horse, she might be offended. He thought about telling her what he was smiling about when she looked at him questioningly, but he just shook his head. Sometimes a man needed to shut up and just look harmless. That was his plan tonight.
They ate the delicious meal and drank the entire bottle of wine. He helped her put away the leftovers and rinse the dishes before putting them in the dishwasher. Then he opened another bottle of wine, and they sat on the deep cushioned sofa, watching the flames lick up the side of the logs he’d placed inside the firebox. Neither wanted to move from the comfortable position they settled in. She was next to him with her feet curled to the side, her head resting on his wide shoulder, while his hand played with the long strands of her hair. They talked about their families, the horses, her job; it seemed they touched on every subject except the two of them.
Finally, he took the glass from her hand and stood. “I don’t know about you, but it’s been a long day, and I have plans for tomorrow morning, so I think it’s time to turn in, if that’s all right with you?” He pulled her along with him as they made their way through the house, shutting off lights and locking the doors. “I never used to lock my doors at night, no one ever bothered to show up unannounced or anything like that. Two weeks ago, I woke up hearing glass breaking downstairs, so I came down to see what was going on, and found some guy in a ski mask rifling through the files looking for something. I turned on the light, and the joker took a dive back out of the window he broke to get in to the house in the first place. I must have scared him off before he found what he came for, but he left some of his hide in the broken glass, and he was leaking blood when he left here.”
At the door to her room, she stood on her tiptoes to loop her arms around his neck. “I enjoyed tonight. It’s not often I get to enjoy dinner with such a handsome companion.” She planted a kiss on his jaw and trailed small kisses along his stubbled cheek. “A man who actually enjoys a glass of wine with a delicious meal, instead of playing up the beer-guzzling macho cowboy who only eats steak and nails for dinner. There’s something appealing about a man like that.” Her lips met his and that was all the encouragement he needed to take the lead. She had hoped he wouldn’t play hard to get, or prefer that she continue to seduce him, because she was way out of her depth already. She wanted him. She wanted him bad, and if she had to keep up the charade of sexual experience, she would do her best. Thankfully his innate maleness kicked in to take over, and hopefully would lead them both to the satisfaction she wanted to learn from this man.
He continued the kiss as he backed toward his bedroom and sat on the side of his bed while he licked and teased the pulse at her throat. His fingers began to explore the delicate flesh of her stomach and ribs as she grew impatient and pulled her sweater off over her head. The white cotton bra she wore wasn't a deterrent to his hands or mouth since he reached inside the cups of the bra and pulled one, and then the other, up and over the material, then began to rub his cheek over one while he sucked the nipple of the other. She wrapped her fingers into his thick hair and pushed his face closer to her breasts as her head tilted back, and she moaned low. “Yes. That feels amazing.”
She felt his hands as they slid in her jeans to cup the naked cheeks of her ass, squeezing and shaping them in his big hands. He raised his hands to her shoulders and pulled her next to him on the bed, lying her down with her legs hanging over the side. As he crawled over her body, backing off the bed, she grabbed the snapped front of his shirt and yanked sideways to expose his wide chest. She used the material to pull herself into a sitting position so she could lick his small hard nipples. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders when he tried to move, and he laughed at the growling noise she made when he pulled away to stand between her spread thighs. “Let’s get these jeans off your sweet ass so I can feel those silky thighs of yours wrapped around me.” He pulled the waistband of her jeans down, exposing her thighs and boy-cut panties. He shook his head and pulled those down with the jeans. “You won’t be needing those, either.” He tossed her clothes off to the side and stood staring at her naked body.
She wanted to cover up and hide, but she wanted him to see and accept her, flaws and all. She had a rounded tummy and a wide ass; she knew it, and there was no hiding it. If he couldn’t accept that, then it was better to know now, before they went further. She waited, and could have cried when he leaned over and began to kiss her belly and hips, his lips and tongue traveling over the entire front of her body and the backs of her knees. He made her giggle and moan loudly. Her hands tangled in his hair and dug into his shoulders alternately in several attempts to bring him to her lips. She found her knees spread and pushed out to the side while his mouth began to explore her moist slit. The minute he pushed his long, thick finger inside of her body, she exploded in an orgasm that made her cry out and grab the sheet behind her head.
As she calmed and could feel more than her own pleasure, she felt his thick cock at the entrance to her vaginal tunnel. He lapped at her breasts and then smiled at her before slowly sliding his prick deeper into her body as he kissed her open-mouthed, both of them groaning from the feeling of her tight body strangling his cock. She felt stretched too wide. He was too big, and she knew this would hurt. She knew it was supposed to hurt the first time, but this was, oh gods, he pushed through her hymen; she felt it pop and moaned deep, not daring to cry out. If he stopped now, she would kill him, but his thick cock kept filling her, widening her, until they were totally sealed together. She felt him shiver and ran one hand down his back, then added the other hand to soothe his shaking shoulders.
His hands came up to lift his torso from her chest, and watched her face as he began to move his hips. She was even more beautiful in passion. Her face was flushed pink, and by his fourth deep stroke, her neck was arched up so much that he could see the veins straining as she let out a low scream, while her tight pussy clamped down almost painfully over his cock. He lost all hope of extending their lovemaking as she bucked and twisted her hips to capture him as deeply as possible. His prick kissed her cervix as he shot his semen into her tight tunnel. He collapsed on top of her and tried to catch his breath. She stiffened and began to lift her hips again with him still deeply held inside of her body, and he felt the telltale ripples of another intense orgasm take her body over the edge of reason. She wailed her pleasure loud and clear, and rubbed her breasts side to side against his chest as best she could with his weight crushing her into the mattress. He lifted himself to his forearms and took one nipple into his mouth and the other between his fingers, applying intense pressure that had to be painful at any other time, but seemed to enhance her pleasure. It took a few moments for her to calm, and for the spasms of her tight vaginal muscles to relax enough for his softening cock to leave her body.
That was a first for him to experience with a woman, and the tears that fell from her eyes as he gathered her close to his side were also a first. She fell asleep in the middle of a gulp of air, and he wondered at the tears. He had enjoyed marathon sexual encounters with others that had resulted in mutually satisfying repeated sexual bouts before, but nothing like this. No woman had ever cried after sex with him that he knew about, anyway. Well, tomorrow would be soon enough to find out what had caused her to cry. The bonus orgasm was sweet. She was certainly passionate enough to keep him interested. He had never enjoyed a woman’s body before that ma
de him feel as if he was the only man to travel down that road. She was so tight around his cock that he was glad he took the time to give her pleasure before entering her body. He fell asleep remembering entering her fully for the first time.
Chapter Five
Eddie woke and discovered that she was lying against a hairy pillow. Her cheek was lying on Matt’s chest. His arm was lying straight out behind her, as if it had fallen down from her shoulder sometime during the night. She spied the digital clock on the nightstand, and decided to get up. She needed to use the bathroom and take a shower. Even if she actually wanted to stay snuggled with him, her body was telling her that she needed to take care of business first.
She slipped out of bed and left her clothing where it laid. She didn’t want to take the chance of waking him by shuffling around, because she had a lot to think about. She took a long hot soak in the deep claw-footed tub in the guest bathroom. Afterwards, she dressed and decided to visit the girls in the barn. They were such gentle animals and knew all of her secrets. As a child, after school, they listened to her successes and even her low points. They heard her singing, and they often heard her crying quietly when no one else was around. The mares seemed to remember her, or maybe she just hoped they did, as they snuffled greetings when she handed out molasses oatcakes to each of them. The barns looked less than pristine as she progressed through the walkways. Someone was not keeping the girls in clean straw like they should be.
When she went through the cow barn, the neglect and filth just pissed her off. What had Matt been doing for the past six months? Did he even come down to the barns anymore? What kind of lazy bastard would allow such blooded animals to live in such conditions? Even basics like the water troughs were disgusting. She would bet they hadn't been scrubbed since she left. This was unacceptable. Mathew Everly should be ashamed of himself to allow this, and she would make sure she told him so.
She went back to the house and slammed the door. She stomped into the kitchen and proceeded to make as much noise as possible while making coffee and breakfast. He was in for a lecture for allowing the pride of his ranch to fall into ruin. She would see that he made this right before she left the ranch this weekend, or he could forget her phone number.
Matt woke, knowing she was gone. He stretched and tossed the covers back before he sat up and stretched again. It was a shame Eddie wasn't still lying next to him. The hard-on staring up at him would have to go into the shower without being satisfied inside that tight pussy this morning. His shoulders stung from where her nails had scored him last night, and he felt satisfaction knowing she was so honest in her passion. Standing up, and twisting his body side to side, he stopped mid-twist as he caught sight of the sheets. Oh, no, that wasn’t what it looked like, no virgin would have almost attacked him like she had last night, no, she was just not very experienced. He would have known, she would have cried and tried to…Fuck. Son-of-a-bitch, now what was he going to do? His father’s words hung in the back of his mind, and he stomped into the bathroom to shower off the night’s stickiness. Looking at his reflection in the full length mirror caused another round of cursing. Her blood was not only on the sheets. “Of all the dumb fucking things to do, you dumbshit.” To add insult to his misery, his traitorous cock refused to back down. The damn thing grew harder each time he thought about Eddie lying in his bed, thighs spread. Fuck. Taking himself in hand seemed to be the only way to make that fucker lie down and stop bothering him.
He had no sooner gotten dressed and was headed down the stairs, when he heard pots and pans banging in the kitchen. The scent of freshly brewed coffee was too good to resist, so he ignored what she was doing as he poured a cup for himself. She shoved a plate of eggs and bacon into his chest snarling at him to “eat it or go without, we have things that need to be done.”
What the hell? If anyone were pissed, it should be him. She connived her way into his bed and…he had to redirect his thoughts. That traitor in his jeans was stirring to life again. The thought of being the first man to tap Eddie’s body seemed to make his cock a happy fellow. She kept giving him dirty looks, and he wondered what that was all about. Last night, she seemed happy. Even when she fell asleep in his arms, she seemed content. This morning he was getting to see an entirely new side of her. She certainly made the old saying about a beautiful pissed off woman real enough for him to believe. As he pushed the last forkful of eggs between his teeth and set his fork down, she yanked his plate away and stomped to the sink to wash it. Reminding her there was a perfectly good dishwasher probably wasn't the sort of thing he should mention right now, so he kept his mouth shut and finished his coffee.
She was standing by the door when he turned around from depositing his coffee mug in the sink. The clipped directive, “Let’s go,” had him following her to the birthing barns. He had avoided the place since she left. Seeing a smart-assed cowboy moving around the horses and cows was just not the same as seeing her flit from one animal to the other. He joined her by Magic Crow’s stall and wasn't prepared for the sight of the expensive mare with a matted mane and brown feces and straw stuck to her flanks. There was no fresh alfalfa or even clean water available for her to drink.
He began to make his way through the barn inspecting the poor conditions that his expensive horseflesh was living in. When he got to the end of the stalls, he knew that someone was going to be sorry for fucking him over like this. Eddie was standing at the tunnel leading into the calving barn, and his heart sank. This was bad enough, to think of those beautiful cows in similar conditions gave him a serious need to kill someone. As he left the horrible mess behind and went outside, he tried to calm himself down before he did some serious damage. He had only been this mad one time before, and it involved the time he had damn near put a pair of poker playing fuckers in the hospital for betting on Eddie’s virginity. This time he had only himself to blame. No wonder she was mad. He was mad too.
He stomped his way down to the bunkhouse and found most of the cowhands still having breakfast, or shooting the shit, They all appeared to be dressed, and that was a good thing. He started tossing cowboys out of the doorway. He grabbed one after the other and sent the men flying like matchsticks. The last man he saw was grabbed by the back of the shirt and dragged outside. He was a worthless fuck, just like half of the others standing there looking at him as if he had lost his damn mind, maybe he had. Today he found it, and some of these men would be leaving faster than they got here.
“I just came from the barns, I can see that not one of you worthless fuckers has lifted a hand to clean the stalls or take care of the mares, and when I went into the calving barn I about puked. You boys are paid damn good to sit on your asses and let my livestock starve and lie in filth. I ought to beat the hell out of every one of you worthless bastards, but first I want Jones. When I am done with him, any man that I see not doing his job will be fired. As it is, half of you won’t be here next week, so be ready to pack your bags, because when I am done with you, you will be begging me to let you quit. This is my fault for trusting you fuckers to know and do your jobs. From now on, the party’s over, boys. I am gonna work you from sun up till sun down, and you are going to earn every penny that I have been paying you to lay around on your asses for the past few months.”
His tirade was met with a mumbled chorus of, “Sorry, boss,” but the noise coming from the bull pen was too much of a distraction for them. Matt began running when he heard Eddie scream, she was the only woman on the ranch today, so it had to be her. He came to a halt at the fence where Random Rage was busy stomping someone into the dirt at his feet. The huge bull was worth close to a million dollars, and someone had been dumb enough to piss the normally docile creature off. Eddie was standing on the opposite side of the fence, staring at the spectacle and shaking her head. When she saw Matt, she made her way around to where he stood with a crowd of cowboys that looked like they had been rolling in the dirt already this morning.
They all decided that Eddie would try to distract
Random Rage to get him away from the mangled man who had stopped moving on his own, or making noise at all. While she and a few of the men kept him busy on their side of the pen, Matt and the other cowboys would pull the body of Steven Jones, recognizable only from the clothes he wore, from the enclosure under the thick metal bars.
It didn’t even surprise him when Rage listened to her voice calling him. The big beef was a natural baby when it came to having his hide groomed, except when she did it. She was the one who babied the behemoth since the first day he was brought onto the ranch as a young bull with a very impressive bloodline and four fully-certified copies of his ancestry to prove it. She was actually petting and crooning to the beast when he cautiously approached.
“I walked by to see who you were yelling at and saw Steven attempting to get Rage to ejaculate into a plastic cup. I never gave a thought to that cooler over by the door when I walked past it. I knew he was up to no good, but by the time I reached them, Rage had him pinned to the ground and was dancing the two-step on his ribcage.” She looked over to where Randall was tossing a blanket over the dead body of the Foreman. The man was a thief, and he was worthless as a leader of men, and now he would be held accountable for his misdeeds by someone a lot higher up on the food chain than any of them.
She felt pride in Matt as he directed the men to get the birthing barns cleaned, and the animals taken care of. “If I see one animal in those barns lying in dirty straw or without access to food and water, I am firing every damn one of you tonight.” From the groans they gave, they knew the conditions of the place and hadn’t cared even to try to change things, so she felt no sympathy for any of them.