“Then swimming it is,” I smirked, knowing he’d go wild so close to me in that red bikini.
We sat in the backseat of the shuttle, head to head as we scrolled through the images I’d taken. “You’re really good,” he said, something I’d heard very little in my life.
At the hotel, I was the first one in, and wasted no time changing into my bikini. I bust open the bedroom doors, catching Paul in the middle of changing into his shorts and causing his face to flush red as my eye lingered on his thick cock. “A knock would be nice,” he teased, pulling up his swim trunks, tucking away the still impressive limp cock that caught my eye.
“My day,” I boasted, strutting through the living room in my red bikini, black high heels, and a sheer wrap dangling loosely around my waist.
Paul was sweating a little bit. His eyes were shifty, working hard not to stare at my body as it flaunted in his clear view. “You ready?” I asked, pulling open the door to our room, and motioning for him to c’mon.
“You sure are bossy,” he scoffed, a grin so wide on his face the corner of his lips nearly touched his ears.
“I can be, when I really want something,” I flirted, licking my bottom lip slowly as his eyes watched with envy.
“You really want to go swimming, eh?” he chuckled nervously, shifting his stance in the elevator to work blood away from his cock.
“I do.”
Even though the sun had almost gone down, the air was still blasting hot, and the pool flocked with bikini clad women and muscle ripped men who were trying to cool off while having a party at the same time.
The vibe was electric, and soon, I was in the middle of the action, dancing on the platform by the DJ.
Paul looked stunned, pleased, but stunned. My eyes locked onto his as I danced, knowing he wanted me as badly as I wanted him.
When other men approached me, I quickly sent them on their way, but Paul watched from a distance, his eyes narrowing, and his lips tightening. He was jealous, and I loved every second of it.
“I’m ready to go,” I said, standing over his lounger giving him the best view he’d had all day.
“Yes, ma’am,” he smirked, popping up at attention and grabbing his towel.
The young group of guys in the cabana next to where Paul and I had been lounging all ogled me as we walked by. Paul’s hand slid to the small of my back, and without turning to look back, I could tell his stance had lengthened.
My pussy was throbbing, and my nipples pressing hard against my still damp bikini top. I barely made it to the elevator before sliding my arms around his waist, and pushing my lips against his.
He resisted at first, repeating his reasons about age, life, future, and blah, blah, blah. “It’s my day, Paul. What I want, I get, remember?” I whispered, pushing my bottom lip out to pout.
The struggle going on between his head and his cock were obvious, and for some reason a huge turn on to me.
I pushed against him, my belly rubbing against the winning debater in this battle. “You’re hard,” I whispered, tiptoeing to reach his mouth once more, this time without resistance.
I gripped his hand in mine, sliding my fingers along the index on his right hand. “Taste me,” I whispered, sliding his hand into my bikini bottoms, and then through the slick cum that already escaped my aching pussy.
“Fuck me with that finger,” I moaned, lifting high as I could on my toes so he could reach inside my eager pussy.
A deep sigh escaped his lips, his body melting into the wall of the elevator as he exhaled. A finger slid inside of my pussy, just as ordered, fucking me hard enough to make me cry out in ecstasy.
The lights on the elevator were getting closer to our floor as Paul pulled his hand from my pussy, and lifted his finger to his lips. “Suck my pussy,” I purred, loving how free I was with him, how passionate, how sexy.
As his finger slid into his mouth, tasting my juices as instructed, I could almost fell the flat of his tongue against my clit. I pushed against him, loving the sensation of his hard cock against my soft flesh, wanting him more now than ever.
The door opened to another couple standing in the hall. They were older, looked bored of one another, and disgusted by our affections as Paul lifted me around his waist, rushing from the elevator to our room.
I laughed wildly as I bounced on his hard cock, just thin material against my swollen pussy separating us from actually fucking as Paul ran down the hall.
He unlocked the door on his first try, pushing it open, and tossing me onto the couch with a gentle bounce.
“You’re a wild woman,” he exclaimed, his eyes flooded with excitement.
“You make me wild,” I said softly, knowing that was true, wondering if he knew. Did he think I was like this all the time?
It didn’t matter. I loved that he brought this out in me. I knew he loved it too, whether new or existing behavior, he loved every second of it.
“So, what do you want?” he asked, his eagerness to be told apparent in his pants.
“I want you to feed me your cock,” I admitted, quickly ridding myself of the little red bikini, but leaving on the high heels.
My fingers rolled around my clit, rubbing my pussy while he watched. He slid out of his shorts, his cock immediately saluting the warm den where he’d been assigned duty. I spread my pussy wide, gripping my labia, stretching it like a butterflies wings, and then slid a finger inside, playfully collecting my sweet nectar as I pleasured myself.
I sucked my finger, enjoying the sweet flavor of my pussy, and the sheer exhilaration in Paul’s eyes.
“Feed me,” I gasped, opening my mouth, and licking my lips.
Paul done as he was told, including releasing his salty sweet cum into my throat, and then pleasuring me with his tongue until he was hard again.
We fucked all over that hotel room. Once on the couch with me on top, in the bedroom from behind with me bent over the dresser, in the shower while he held me against the tiled wall, and lastly, with me beneath him, wrapped in his arms, and our eyes locked tightly together.
I felt the connection once again, exhausted and satisfied in each other’s arms. The window to his soul had opened, but I knew it wouldn’t be long before he closed it.
Chapter Four
I woke up in Paul’s arms on our last day in Vegas, that is, until he realized he was late. He flung himself up, dressed in minutes, and then stopped at the edge of the bed. “Do you wanna go?” he asked.
I jumped up with the same fury, dressing in record time. I got to watch him in action, see his confidence, and feel the power ooze from his pores as he landed the exclusive deal that would bring him ahead of his big competitor.
It was a great day, but sad, as it was our last.
I hated that our time was over, and even more that Paul decided to have the same talk as before on the drive to Phoenix.
My head pressed against the window, staring at the highway as hours flew by, and my hopes of proving anything to him, or changing his mind about love died with each mile closer to my grandmother’s house.
The house wasn’t exactly as I remembered it, and neither was my grandmother. The tiny white house smelled of cat urine as we approached the door, and Paul was obviously trying to mask his disgust with a plastered smile.
A tiny woman answered, her hair all grey, her eyes dark, and her skin speckled with spots that showed her age. She was the most beautiful woman I’d ever laid eyes on. “Grandma. It’s me, Penny,” I explained, realizing quickly she wasn’t sure who I was.
When I left here, I didn’t have boobs, my hair was mousy brown, and I was at least four inches shorter. She didn’t look the same either, but I’d know her anywhere once she smiled.
She welcomed us in, embracing me with a warm hug, and then reaching up to pinch Paul’s cheeks.
The smell was even worse inside, and the cats lurked, lounged, or lunged from every direction. “When did you get so many cats?” I asked, not remembering any animals at her house, and it
being much larger.
“Ya know, they just find me,” she said, her voice squeaky and weak.
The house was hot, but she wore an embroidered shawl over her shoulders as if she were chilly. “I didn’t think I’d ever see you again,” she said, the pain evident in her eyes.
“I was in the area,” I said, not wanting to dump the news of me staying there on her so quickly.
“Well, it’s good to have a visit,” she said, offering us some tea.
It was too hot to drink, and Paul was pulling at the top buttons of his stuffy dress shirt as we sat at her round dining room table, now used mostly to house cat litter boxes and kitty food bowls.
After about an hour and realizing that my grandmother was happy living alone with her cats. “They never sass ya,” she said with a laugh. I knew she was talking about my mother. They never got along.
“Well, it was good to see you again,” she said, pushing herself up from the chair she was in. Five cats appeared out of nowhere, all meowing at her feet as she walked towards the front door.
“It’s nap time,” she said, whispering to the kitties that she knew, and they were going, just hold on.
I had the seven hundred dollars that I’d won at the casino, and a fairly decent camera thanks to Paul, so I figured I’d find a cheap pay by the month hotels nearby, a job at a diner, and try to pick up a freelance gig or two for photography. At least I’d be close to her. That was good enough.
When we walked outside, Paul looked stressed as I told him my plans. “You can’t do that,” he said.
I laughed. “You obviously haven’t listened to what I’ve lived through. This will be a cake walk.”
“I don’t mean you can’t, like you aren’t able,” he said, pausing, and then leaning against his car.
“I mean, you can’t, because I don’t want you to,” he added, still leaving me confused.
“You don’t want me to live in Phoenix?” I asked, my eyebrows rising up my forehead as I spoke.
“No. I mean, I don’t want you to live in Phoenix, without me,” he said softly, his eyes locked onto mine.
“What are you saying, Paul?” I asked, wanting, needing him to say it.
“I’m saying, I can’t go a day without you. I can’t live with one single mile between us. I can’t imagine my life without you in it. I’m saying, you can’t go ahead with that plan,” he gripped my hands, pulling me into his chest.
I stared up at him, memorized by his beautiful aura. I wanted all those things too, but he’d protested all along, making it clear he didn’t think it would work. “This is just because you’re worried about me,” I said, realizing he probably feared me having no one to take care of me, and of me not being able to take care of myself.
“No. That’s not it at all. I know you’d make it,” he said sternly.
“Then, why the change of heart?” I asked.
“I’ve never had to change my heart, Penny. I’ve only had to change my mind,” he said.
My heart swelled in my chest as his eyes pushed down into mine. That connection, that feeling, it was back, and stronger than ever. “This is all I want,” I whispered.
“You get what you want,” he whispered, leaning down to press his mouth against mine.
Chapter Five
The portrait studio was finally dying down from the Easter photo rush. I checked my schedule, relieved I didn’t have any more appointments for the day.
“I’m taking off,” I told Ciara, my manager with little to no photography experience. It was frustrating working with people who had no respect for their craft. I couldn’t wait until I could afford the professional camera that would start my career as a freelance photographer.
She waved, not really interested in what I did, or when. I drove past the camera shop on my way home, slowly lingering as I peered through the window.
The camera I had was good, but not professional enough to start a business. The one inside that glass window that was the one I needed.
Paying for photography courses at night, working at the portrait studio by day, and saving everything I could, I was probably about six months from owning it.
I pulled up to the little pueblo styled home with a dirt lawn, and cacti growing along the rustic wooden fence. I couldn’t believe how much could change in only a year.
Roscoe, the neighborhood dog greeted me as I exited my car. I reached into the passenger seat, grabbed a milk bone, and offered it up as a bribe to get to my front door without being licked to death.
“You’re home early,” Paul called out from the kitchen.
“Something smells amazing,” I gushed, following the scent and the sweet sound of his voice to the kitchen.
“It’s a special night,” he said cheerfully.
My eyes focused on the gift box on the table, wrapped perfectly in pink paper with a purple bow. “It’s tonight?” I asked devastation in my voice, and remorse in my eyes.
“You forgot?” he asked, his eyes widened.
“I forgot,” I paused.
“To ask you if you preferred front row, or backstage passes, so I got you both,” I pulled out tickets to a nineties music festival he’d gab about at dinner for the last six months.
His eyes lit up, his arms gripped me tightly, pulling me into his strong, safe chest. “Now open mine,” he urged.
“You didn’t have to get me anything. You’ve already done so much for me, I could never repay you,” I whined.
“You haven’t let me do anything for you in a year,” he laughed.
I rolled my eyes. That wasn’t entirely true. Paul still done a ton of amazingly romantic and thoughtful things for me, it was just the financial part I refused to let him handle. I needed to learn to do it on my own, even if I didn’t have to.
“What is it?” I asked, nervously scoping out the shape and size of the box.
My hands trembled as I pulled the bow loose, and tears were already flowing as I ripped the first piece of paper. “How did you know?” I asked, overwhelmed with his generosity and love.
“I see you look over at the shop every time we drive by. So, I went in one day, gave the lady your picture, and asked her what it is your drooling over in here,” he laughed.
“You never cease to amaze me,” I sighed, still trying to catch my breath from the overflow of emotions.
“I loaded an old SD card in there just to see how it works,” he said, pulling it from its box, and turning it on.
The first pictures were of me and him in Vegas, and then some of us with friends, and then my grandmother. Yes. It’s amazing how much a life can change in just a year.
“What’s this?” I asked, looking at the display screen.
I looked at Paul, who was working on a few tears of his own. “This is you,” I said, zooming in on the photo of him standing in our front yard holding a white sign that said ‘Will’.
I scrolled to the next, he stood by my grandma and they both held the sign that said ‘YOU’.
The next photo chocked me up bad. Paul stood at the Hoover Dam, me in the background, snapping pictures from when we landed. He held a sign that read ‘Marry Me, Penny?’
Tears streamed down my face, hot tears that burnt my skin. “This was when we first met,” I sobbed, trying to calm my emotions and steady my voice.
“Yes,” he said with a smile.
“I knew this is what I wanted from the first day I met you. I couldn’t admit it, or let it happen right away, because I needed to know you truly loved me,” he said, a tear falling down his chiseled cheek.
“You may have been appreciative for everything I was doing for you, and it could’ve fogged your heart a bit,” he said softly.
I knew he was right that it could’ve happened that way. But, that wasn’t what happened.
“I loved you from the second day we met,” I admitted.
“I will always appreciate what you did for me. But, appreciation and love are two different things, and I love you, Paul,” I said, struggling
to hold myself together.
“So, what’s your answer?” he asked, excitement pushing through his voice.
“Yes!” I screamed, jumping into his arms.
Who would’ve thought that a girl like me, running from the life she had, would end up with such a beautiful man, wonderful life, and bright future?
The End of the Story
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Book 76: Rancher’s Virgin Daughter
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Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter One
Tall grass blew gently in the warm summer breeze to the beat of the tiny bird’s song that sat on a thin branch above Laura Elkridge.
She was privileged. Growing up on the largest ranch in the state with cattle stretching further than the eye could see, she was more than privileged, she was royalty in the small town she lived in.
Her knees were pushed up on the bottom slat of the wooden fence. Her skirt lifted high enough to let the warm breeze soothe her pale white skin while the sun beat down.
To look at her now, no one would know she was such royalty. Her long blonde hair was down and flowing against her back, her feet muddy from the blackberries she gathered near the creek, and her beautifully expensive dress was worn without a petticoat and stained from the berries she cupped in the top layer.
Her father Mac Elkridge had worked hard to give her everything. They had the only land in the state with a large body of water not controlled by the government. The other ranchers worked just as hard as her father, but without their own rights to their land, they were always working to pay the government. Mac Elkridge’s money was all his, and as long as Laura did as he said, it would one day be hers.
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