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by Annie Valentine


  Chapter Seven

  “You left me here all alone. I don’t believe you.” Nicole was sobbing with her face flat down in the pillows on her and Jake’s bed. “Tell the truth, Jake. What happened and why did you make me stay behind?”

  “Nicole, I’ve told you a thousand times, I had no intention of cheating on you and my story is the truth. I’m not going to wait around for you to believe me, or for you to get over it for that matter. I’m simply going to tell you the truth and ask you to trust me.”

  “It can’t be true. Otherwise you would’ve let me come.”

  “It was dangerous, Nicole. You couldn’t go in that mood. You would’ve done something to mess things up and I couldn’t let that happen. Now, if you can’t trust me then I won’t bother to deal with this. I’ll leave and she can take me home. Get over it, now.” He was determined. If she continued to act like this, he would leave. What other choice was she leaving him with?

  Nicole sat up. He could see that she’d been crying for quite some time because her face was red and she was sniffing. “I’ve seen the way you two look at each other, and I know you want her. You did something already. I’m sure of it.” He walked towards the door and reached in his pocket to get the car keys out. “Wait. Even if it isn’t true, and it is, you will do it sometime. You like her. She likes you and you need to get that energy out. I like her too, and honestly, I can’t imagine not falling into her arms again.”

  “What are you saying?”

  “I’m saying we should do something about it and get out that pent up energy.” Jake didn’t have a problem with what she was saying. In fact, he could feel his pants tightening. He didn’t even bother to conceal his massive bulge. What was the point? She knew he wanted her and he did. He could barely hold himself back and Nicole could see it. One lay and he might just get over it.

  “Do you really want to do that, Nicole? A minute ago you were convinced I was cheating on you. Now you want to have a threesome.” She was being hypocritical. He didn’t know why she was being imbalanced. Maybe she was simply confused by the whole situation and all of the feelings running through her. He didn’t blame her. If he liked somebody of the same sex, he might feel the same way.

  “Get something hot on. Wear that light blue Speedo you got. It makes your butt look so hot. It sticks out just perfect. Go to her and I’ll come in and meet you.”

  “Alright, but just remember, I’m doing this for you so you better not freak out on me.”

  “I won’t. This will help.” She was determined to resolve the situation that she’d come up with in her head. He didn’t mind helping her do that. In fact, he had the Speedo on in an instant and his cock was out and ready to play.

  He pulled the foreskin up and ran it through his fingers as he tapped on the door and went in when there was no response. Tricia was resting, but her eyes were already fluttering open when he came in, tanned and ready like a god of sheer masculinity and prowess. He jumped on her and pinned her down. His growl resounded through the house and he could feel her jolting under him. “I want you,” he whispered in her ear. The shuddered fell through her like a brick and she shivered from the excitement. He kissed down her neck and reached down her stomach towards her thigh.

  The way his cock pressed against her calf made her thighs drip with excitement. His soft lips ran down her stomach and grazed her wet lips. She was throbbing and moaning from his hot electric touch that scorched everything that came in contact with it. She was so enthralled by his fingers pushing just past the edge of her lips and she jolted when his thumb grazed clit. She didn’t heard the door opening, but when Nicole came in butt naked she did see her stick her finger down into her pussy and move up and down, rubbing against and penetrating well beyond the surface.

  He reared up to let her take in his majestic form. He was a dark god with his perfectly smooth skin Tricia watched as Nicole dove and devoured Jake’s long uncut cock. She took the whole thing masterfully and began stroking it in time with his deep sultry moans. She pulled back and helped it against Tricia’s throbbing pussy which made her cry out in delight. The sweet bliss traveled through her and of pleasure so powerful threatened to burst forth as Nicole slammed down on his cock and held her head down on it and curled her finger inside Tricia just right. When she hit that spot she couldn’t hold out any longer. Her shuddered cries shook the room as she exploded in a shockwave of bliss. Nicole reared down stuck her butt up and he pulled back to rub his cock along the outline of her lips as Slowly opened the doors to Tricia’s temple and dug her head in furiously.

  Tricia cried out as another waves passed over her and then another. The explosions were so close together that she could barely distinguish them. She was floating through a blissful tide that overtook her. He was slamming Nicole, pushing in and out and their movements were a harmonious rapture sending shockwaves of electric passion through the room as Jake’s deep moans moved through Tricia who was, by that time, a volcano ready to erupt.

  The smacking sound of flesh on flesh combined with the finger moving around her clit and the tongue that was penetrating Tricia fully. They all got lost in this place where all that existed was the tender, but frantic energy that passed through them and ended up in Tricia, who was a vessel brimming with desire. Lightning struck and none of them could their cries back as the explosion moved from Jake to Nicole and then Tricia. Their convulsions and cries were carnal rites cementing their passionate embrace.

  When they were done, Jake came over and smiled down at Tricia who took his cock in her mouth and licked around the case of the head, suckling on his sweet dick. She took every last drop in and swallowed his cock one last time before they all fell over in a sweet embrace.

  The three lovers had become a trio of friends that would never separate. The couple would last because Nicole was satisfied, but the connection that the three shared was just as strong. They were bound by not only the throes of passion but by the destruction they had seen.

  Tricia was free to be the woman that she wanted to be and seek out the pleasure that was so inherent in the world around her. She had no idea what she was capable of until she left the house, and all of the men in her life behind. When she promised herself and Nicole that no man would ever drag her down, she meant it. She wasn’t going to be fooled by the trappings of love or marriage ever again. She was too old to settle down. What she needed was to experience life in all of its fullness, and she couldn’t do that trapped in some man’s grasp. She was a free woman and she planned on staying that way.

  A Billionaire Rancher to Marry

  By: Erin Walsh

  A Billionaire Rancher to Marry

  © Erin Walsh, December 2015 – All rights reserved

  Published by Steamy Reads Publishing

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  Chapter One

  Amanda heard distant gunshots and ran out of her room into the living area. Her sister Leah called out from the back room, running down the hall.<
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  “Are they doing it again?” Leah was wearing a dress as usual. This one was blue with white trim and she had her long blond hair in a bun. Her eyes were wide with a fear, a look they had almost gotten used to.

  “It sounds like it.” Amanda answered. She went to the cabinet and opened it as she looked back at Leah.

  “Come on, let’s go.”

  Amanda took down their fathers Winchester long rifle and smaller short range rifle. She handed the short range to Leah and kept the Winchester for herself. She was the better shot, having been a tomboy for all of her life. As always, Leah was hesitant about taking it but knew the reality of the situation and took the gun. They went out of their little house and heard several more shots. They were closer. Closer than they had ever been.

  “Dammit!” Amanda swore softly and grabbed Leah's arm taking her over to the water along the small barn they had in the front. She pulled her down and then knelt next to it so she could rest the barrel of the Winchester on the middle fence to help her aim.

  Another shot blew off, proving that whoever was doing it was getting nearer and coming from the post road that led to their inherited ranch. For several months someone had been killing their sheep, causing a loss of profits that would soon force them to sell their farm. They were already having trouble keeping up with the bills.

  Amanda was more angry than afraid. A part of her had hoped whoever it was would give her a clean shot at them. Now it looked like they might and she was getting excited. Her heart began pounding faster. She glanced back at her beloved sister and bit her lip.

  Leah wasn't made for this sort of life. It suited Amanda just fine though. Amanda was not a dressy type of gal. If there was work to do she had no problem doing it. She knew, however, that she was looked at by others in the community. She also knew Leah was thought of as the good, traditional sister. She always wore dresses, was great at taking care of the house, but was not able to run the ranch properly. Amanda believed one of them had to do it, so she did. Their father had left the property and all profits from it to the two of them and she did not want anyone else to take care of it.

  “You ok Leah?” Leah nodded with a deep breath and cocked her gun, settling herself for what was to come. Amanda nodded, proud, and cocked her rifle. She pushed her thick Auburn hair back from her face and sighted along the post road, waiting.

  She heard the scream of sheep after the next shot and then three riders came around the bend, heading for the ranch. They wore bandanas over their faces and their clothes were nondescript brown. The sort that any farmer in the state might wear. She gazed in on one and as he raised his gun towards the sheep near the house, she fired.

  The man flew off his horse with a cry, hitting the dirt and rolling backwards. When he came to a stop he didn't move. The other two had jerked the reins of their horses off to the side and were down behind the thick shrub along the road, and quickly hid out of sight. Their horses neighed and snorted, confused as to what they were supposed to do.

  Both Amanda and Leah fired into the bushes and almost immediately, a shot hit their fence, causing them to hunker down further.

  “Oh shit!” Amanda chanted as she waited for the last shot and then popped back up to fire several into the bushes and heard accompanying male cursed coming from where she had shot.

  “I think I got another one!” she called to Leah, trying to comfort her.

  Leah was keeping her head down now and not coming up. She could hear her crying. Amanda didn’t like anyone upsetting her sister but focused on the remaining shooters. Before she could, however, shots began peppering the fence and water trough. She felt her cheek burn, grazed by what she thought was fence splinters as she pressed herself tighter to the ground.

  Amanda heard hooves thundering closer and realized these were coming from behind them. Suddenly the hoof sounds were almost on them and she heard Leah cry out. Amanda rolled and brought her gun up to defend them if needed.

  They heard some screams and a brief shot or two as a group of men rode past the bushes, wheeling their mounts around towards the villains hiding place. One of the men dropped from his horse drawing his pistol and advanced on the spot. After a moment he called to his companion.

  “Both dead!”

  “This one too,” said his companion, who had road over to check the man Amanda had shot.

  Amanda stood and gestured the terrified Leah to join her. Amanda noticed blood running down her own cheek and took out a cloth she kept in case of injury. The cut was along her temple, just missing her eyes.

  She called to the men. They walked over and Amanda could tell who the leader was. He walked with a brave, determined step. His dark clothes were of a finer cut and leather as well as his colt pistols. As he got closer, she could see his chiseled features and as he took off his cowboy hat, she saw his hair was black as coal with dark eyes. Quite handsome, she thought to herself. The cowboy gestured to the other man.

  “Go back and check on their sheep herders and make sure they are ok.” With a nod and an appreciative glance at the two women, he went back to his horse thundering back the way they had come.

  The remaining cowboy studied them for a moment. He looked longer at Leah, but Amanda was used to that. Even though she thought they were both quite beautiful, Leah got the most attention. Of course Amanda was wearing leather pants and riding boots with a leather vest over her blouse. It was just easier to work this way and she privately thought it made her curvier figure look good, compared to Leah's more slender appearance in her skirts and petticoats.

  “Are you ladies ok?” the man asked. His voice was the rough voice of a man who spent a lot of time on his horseback, shouting directions over the winds on the plain. An attractive man, Amanda thought wryly. Leah obviously thought so too from the look on her face as she gazed up at him. Leah turned to Amanda and only then that she noticed Amanda's wound.

  “Good God Amanda, are you ok!” She moved over to her and Amanda waved her off. Even though the wound still burned and hurt, she figured it could be worse. Leah wasn't so easily pacified.

  “Let me see darling, I will never forgive myself if you have been terribly hurt.”

  Amanda forced a smile.

  “It is fine Leah, really, it is just a scratch. We have a guest, sister.” She reminded her pointedly. Leah turned back to the concerned looking cowboy.

  “It looks like my sister was hit sir.” Amanda stopped her from going further.

  “We are just fine sir, thanks to you and yours. I’m Amanda Morgan and this is my sister Leah. How can we repay you?”

  He nodded and smiled politely.

  “I’m Jake Blackrock. I recently moved into my father’s ranch, just south of your land.” “The old blacksmith place?” Leah asked.

  “Yes indeed. The old blacksmith. He retired and went back east. I have decided to expand the property to ranching and was originally on my way to see if you ladies possibly have any sheep for sale? Then me and my man heard the gunfire. Are you sure you are ok, Miss Amanda?”

  He smiled down at her. She reassured him. She knew it was a bit more than a scratch but did not want a fuss. He accepted her reassurance and turned back to Leah.

  “Was it you my dear who shot that dastardly man over yonder?” Leah blushed and giggled slightly shaking her head.

  “Not at all Mister Blackrock. That would be my sister, Amanda. She is a much better shot than I. She usually takes care of things outside the house, I take care of things inside.” He turned to her and bowed.

  “My apologies Miss Morgan.” Amanda could not help smiling at his charm.

  “There is nothing to apologize for. The shot could’ve came from either of us. You or your man are a good shot too, it seems.”

  He smiled lightly.

  “It was me actually, although Henry is a good shot as well.”

  Amanda nodded and smiled. Jake turned back to Leah. He could take it as well as dish it out Amanda decided.

  “Do you know why you ladies wer
e beset by villains like this?”

  Amanda let Leah explain the happenings of the past several months. She turned and scanned the horizon, looking for any other possible threats while taking her second and last clean to replace the one she had been using. It was blood stained, more than she would have thought, and her wound was beginning to hurt more. She forced herself to ignore it. She would be fine; it was just a scratch.

  “I would suggest you ladies keep a few of your hands for riding the border of your land as a precaution.

  “Initially we were but the loss of our sheep has been resulted in a substantial loss of revenue and we have had to cut back on our ranch hands,” Amanda told him with a disgusted tone of voice. She knew Leah and herself were not in a winning situation.

  “Hmmm, it seems someone may be trying to force you to sell. Not an unknown situation in the west these days. How well do you know your neighbors?”

  “Well enough,” Leah said. “They were friends of our fathers and have always been cordial. The Johnson’s own the property to the east, the Marsten's to the north with Mr. Elkland to the west of us. I really can't imagine they would have anything against our family.” Amanda had been making discreet inquiries in town, but had heard nothing as yet. Jake Blackrock was thinking along those same lines.

  “Maybe not, but an increase in land could mean an increase in profits. For many men, business is business, regardless of the personalities involved. I will ask around as well if you don’t mind.”

  Leah was smiling at the offer and Amanda was fine with it as well. It could be that with the increased inquiries about the theft of their sheep, the culprit would finally back off.

  Blackrock had ridden off, promising to return and purchase some sheep. Leah rounded on Amanda demanding to treat her wound.

 

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