Man of the House: An Older Man Younger Woman Romance

by Sarah Rowling

  Laura didn’t like the eerie feeling of being out there alone, and she had felt better once talking to Queen. She brushed the soft mane of her horse with care and leaned in to kiss her long snout before leaving her alone in the stable for the night.

  Enough time had passed that she assumed Martin was long gone. She hoped he had taken the hint for the last time and would move on with his life, but with the news of inheriting the ranch with their vows, she knew she couldn’t get that lucky.

  She knew her father offered the ranch as part of the bargaining to get Martin to marry her. She was difficult and defiant, she knew that, and with this extra incentive, Martin would surely break her so her father could go after whatever it was he wanted – love, sex, companionship.

  Her mind was reeling with anger as she thought about how tricky her father had been by offering the ranch to Martin. She was more than capable of running it on her own. Martin would surely mess the place up, using his nonsense business degree to destroy the relationships her father had worked years to build.

  The night air was sticky and clung to Laura’s skin. She felt her hair cling to the back of her neck as she walked towards the house.

  Suddenly, her arm was gripped tightly, and she spun around with a squeal. His grip was tight. It hurt Laura’s arm as she tried to pull away.

  “I’m not giving up that easily,” Martin said.

  Chapter Five

  “Let me go!” Laura yelled out.

  Martin’s grip grew stronger as he pulled her into him.

  Her body pressed against his chest, and his excitement was obvious as his hardness pushed into her hip.

  Laura felt his hot breath on her neck as he leaned in and pressed his lips against hers.

  She shoved him hard away from her. His eyes were dark and his smile wide. His cock was hard in his pants, pushing the material into an odd shape at his crotch.

  “What is wrong with you?” Laura scolded him.

  He moved towards her slowly. She felt her feet frozen in their spot as he reached out for her arm once again. She let out a loud shriek as his hand pushed over her mouth to muffle her screams.

  “You need to quit being foolish, just like your father has warned you over and over,” he said.

  His breath pushed against the bareness of her breasts, and his eyes lingered on them as they set high upon her chest.

  “You’re a beautiful woman, Laura, no longer a little girl,” he whispered.

  His hand gripped her ass cheek, and his other hand slowly moved from her mouth.

  His mouth pushed against hers again, this time, she didn’t turn her head to avoid the connection.

  Something about his grip, the way he spoke so softly and the hardness of his cock pressed against her body made her weak against his will.

  His tongue slid across her lips, parting them slightly as he allowed it to enter and invade her mouth.

  She felt her own tongue glide against his, tangling with it and then stroking it gently as her knees grew weak.

  It was her first kiss. It wasn’t what she imagined or had hoped for, but it was still sweet and seductive.

  Her eyes were closed tightly as she let herself fall into the kiss. Martin’s hands were both gripping hard into her backside, pulling her cheeks apart and letting the tacky skin from the humidity feel the coolness of the night air.

  Laura felt her pussy throb as his mouth pushed downward to her breasts.

  Her back arched, pushing her full breasts towards his mouth as he moved her corset down enough to expose the tender nipple that hid beneath the material.

  She felt his tongue glide across the sensitive skin and then his teeth delicately grip the meat of her breast and gently tugged.

  His hands worked at her skirt, pulling it upward until it was almost to her hips.

  Laura opened her eyes, realized that this man that was seducing her was not the man she loved. This was not what she wanted, not from him, not here, not now, not ever.

  “Stop,” she began to protest softly.

  His hands continued to grip at her skirt, pulling it higher until she felt her ass cheeks in the night air.

  “Stop!” She said louder and tried to squirm and push away from his grip.

  As she shoved away, he yanked, causing her to fall back onto her backside. Her skirt was high above her hips, her petticoat the only thing protecting her delicate parts from his view.

  Martin mounted her as she tried to scurry to her feet. He pushed her to her back with his mouth on hers and then let his tongue glide back to her breasts.

  Laura let out a scream for help, but she knew they were still too far from the house for anyone to hear.

  His hands reached beneath her skirt to her pussy, pushing her plump lips aside and letting them glide in between to her hole.

  Laura felt panic as Martin’s fingers found their way between her legs into her swollen cunt. His breath was hot and sticky on her skin as he ground his hard cock into her thigh.

  “I’ll make you mine right now,” Martin said with a gasp.

  She felt him fumbling with his pants and then the flesh of his hard cock pressed in between her legs resting at her pussy. He threatened to push in, to take her virginity right then and there, deeming her used goods and making her his own property with one thrust.

  “Martin please no,” she begged.

  He had her pinned tightly beneath him, and all she could do was stretch her arms above her head to reach for the broken fence post on the ground.

  Her fingers could barely touch the wood, but her grip wasn’t long enough to grasp the weapon she needed to protect her virtue.

  Martin pushed his cock hard into her body. Her pussy tightened and didn’t offer an easy opening as he continued to push himself against her.

  She felt her hips widening and with each stroke of his cock her pussy was becoming more pliable, and she knew soon that he would be inside of her and her virginity gone forever.

  Tears filled her eyes as she let out a scream. She reached for the post, finally gripping it in her hand as Martin was jolted from her body with a loud smacking noise.

  Laura still had the post in her hand, but it had not left the ground. Martin was on his back, his cock still hard and exposed as he held his head from the blow he just took.

  A hand extended in front of Laura as she scrambled to cover her exposed pussy. She reached up, took the hand and as she made it to her feet noticed the identity of her rescuer, Billy.

  His eyes were so blue, his smile so warm. She felt her body tingle as she struggled for words.

  His hand was rough and rugged against the smoothness of her own. He was beautiful. He was her savior; her knight in shining armor like the stories her mother used to read her when she was just a girl.

  Laura knew at that moment that she loved this boy, even if it were not acceptable. This was the man that gave her butterflies in her stomach and made her giddy to be around. This was the man who protected her virtue and rescued her from the egotistical Martin Adler, who was bound to have his way with her.

  “Thank you,” Laura uttered softly.

  His eyes glanced towards her chest and then to her eyes. She quickly took the hint and pushed the material to cover her exposed nipple.

  Her cheeks blushed red as the embarrassment of him seeing her in that way sunk in. He continued to smile as if he too were having the same jolting feeling when their eyes locked.

  Yes, this was the boy she wanted to marry, not Martin Adler.

  The End of Book 1 of 5

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  Book 77: Rancher’s Virgin Daughter 2

  Copyright © 2016 All rights reserved.

  No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means without written permission from the author.

  This book is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

  This story has erotic themes and is suitable for adults, 18+ only.

  Table of Contents<
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  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter One

  Martin gripped his head and grumbled as he stumbled to his feet. The hard fence post left a nasty red place on the side of his face, and a small amount of blood trickled towards his lips.

  Laura could see the humiliation and anger on his face as it reddened. His glare moved away from her and to Billy, the hired help that just knocked him from his mounted position atop Laura.

  He worked quickly to pull on his pants, pushing his now limp manhood back inside and tightening his belt.

  “You’ve made a huge mistake boy!” Martin yelled at Billy.

  Laura watched as Billy stood his ground, firm and strong. He was her hero. The man who saved her from the deflowering Martin Adler promised.

  It was obvious that Martin had never been in a fight and had no idea what to do with this man standing his ground in front of him. He was a rich boy, one that used his money as power. His fists were useless against this boy who had to fight for everything he ever earned.

  “You should never treat a lady in the manor you treated Miss Elkridge,” Billy said firmly.

  His fists were clenched to his side, ready to fight for her honor. Laura felt her heart swell inside her chest. This boy was magnificent, more powerful than any she had ever seen before.

  “I’ll have you know she is to be my wife, I can treat her as I wish,” Martin snapped.

  “I will never be your wife!” Laura exclaimed.

  Tears burned down her cheeks at the embarrassment of Martin’s claims. She felt as though she were property, one of the cattle that were stored in the fields beyond the barn, who were at any time ready to be sold to the highest bidder.

  “Once Mr. Elkridge hears of how you treated his only daughter, I doubt that you will be so welcomed into the family,” Billy said.

  “I doubt that he will be so inclined to believe the help over the man he chose to take over his ranch,” Martin said smugly.

  “You might as well pack your bags and leave now boy,” Martin added.

  “Billy was protecting me from the likes of you!” Laura screeched.

  Martin and Billy both gave her a look of confusion as she called out the boy’s name for the first time.

  “Billy?” Martin said with a laugh.

  “Such a boy’s name, a name of a peasant,” he mocked.

  Martin turned to walk away, turning back to announce his plans to speak with Mr. Elkridge about the savagery that his help bestowed onto him, and how his daughter was smitten with the boy.

  “You say one word to him about Billy and I’ll tell him what you did to me!” Laura screamed towards Martin’s back.

  “And do you think he will believe you once I tell him about your little fantasy with the help?” he snapped.

  “He is my father, and he will believe me,” Laura said, somewhat unsure of her claim as she announced it.

  “Come back to the house with me,” Martin insisted.

  He held out his hand, extending it towards Laura for her to take.

  “No, you need to go home Martin,” Laura scoffed.

  “If you don’t want my daddy to place your head atop his mantle with the other beats he’s slain, then go home now and leave Billy alone,” she added firmly.

  Billy’s hands were still clenched into fists by his side as Martin’s hand remained extended towards Laura.

  Martin let his hand drop to his waist, licked the blood that trickled to his lips and wiped the side of his face to remove the dirt and grit that had clung to his skin from the attack.

  “I’ll go, but remember your promise. You say a word to your father about me, your friend Billy here gets the boot back to wherever he came from,” Martin scolded.

  Billy immediately turned to Laura, wiping the tears from her cheeks and pulling her into his arms.

  They were solid and safe, his chest warm and his scent strong and masculine. Laura felt herself calm in his arms, her head quit spinning, and her thoughts of Martin fell aside for the moment she was clenched in Billy’s embrace.

  “Thank you,” she sobbed against his chest.

  “Why does he believe you will be his wife?” Billy asked.

  Laura was embarrassed as she admitted her father had promised her hand to the man in marriage.

  “You didn’t have to protect me,” he said tenderly.

  Laura felt her heart aching. She felt she did have to protect Billy. Clara had told her how his family was poor, and he was the only one able to work. The other ranchers nearby were barely making it, giving a great portion of their earnings to the government, so her father was the only one who could truly afford to pay Billy a decent wage.

  Some of her protection was selfish, she knew that. She couldn’t imagine Billy leaving the ranch and or that she would him again. She had only laid eyes on him once before, but already she knew that he was the man she wanted, not Martin Adler.

  Chapter Two

  “I can’t go inside like this, I look a mess,” Laura said, looking down at her dirt covered dress and smoothing her long hair back into the ponytail it had fallen from.

  “Come with me,” Billy whispered.

  He held her hand tightly as he guided her towards the stables. Inside the horses were all calm, unaware of the excitement that occurred right outside their door.

  Billy led her to a bale of hay and sat her down. He ran his fingers through her hair, straightening it away from her face and pulled the ribbon from her ponytail.

  His eyes were soft and full of emotion as her long blonde hair fell to her sides and her back. He moved behind her where she could no longer see into his bright blue eyes. Laura felt his fingers gripping her hair tightly, pulling it back into a smooth pony tail and then gently tying the ribbon to hold it in place.

  He moved away from her and towards the empty stable at the end of the long structure. She watched as he walked; his swagger confident and tall. Once he entered the stable, he was out of sight and Laura felt her heart start to pound hard against her chest.

  A few moments passed, and he came back out holding a bucket and a wooden brush.

  “Let’s get you cleaned up,” he said.

  He knelt before her, his eyes glancing up at her with a warm smile below them.

  Laura couldn’t believe how tender and sweet he was, especially after he had shown her how tough he could be.

  He pulled a clean handkerchief from his pocket and dipped it into the bucket of clean water. Laura flinched at first as the wet cloth touched her face, but then let her eyes close as he cleaned the dirt from her cheeks and chin.

  “So, how do you plan to avoid this arranged marriage?” Billy asked.

  He dipped the wooden brush bristles into the water and then gripped the side of her dress that was covered in the mud Martin had pushed her into.

  “He can’t make me do anything I don’t want to do,” Laura snapped.

  Billy let out a soft laugh as his eyes danced on hers. “What will you do if he takes away your place here on the ranch with your refusal?” Billy asked.

  “I can take care of myself!” Laura exclaimed, louder and more hateful than she intended.

  “I believe that to be true,” Billy nodded.

  Laura softened, realizing she had been harsh with this boy who had only helped her in her time of need.

  “I just think it would be easier for you if you told your father what happened here tonight,” Billy said.

  Laura felt panic sink into her veins. She couldn’t risk losing Billy, and she knew what hold Martin had on her father. He believed him, trusted him, to the point he was willing to not only give him his only daughter but his ranch as well.

  “I don’t know he would believe me,” Laura said with tears filling her eyes once again.

  “I’ll go with you,” Billy said.

  “I know Martin would only turn it around, saying it was you and I that were
in the position on the ground and that you swung at him when he tried to protect my virtue,” Laura said.

  Billy stood, extending his hand. Laura took it, letting him guide her to her feet and stood dangerously close to the man she was feeling so fond of.

  His hot breath was on her, lingering on her skin as it fell from his lips onto her.

  “I don’t want you to lose your job because you helped me,” Laura explained.

  “Don’t worry about me,” Billy said.

  His lips were so close to hers, she wanted to reach out and touch them with her own. They were full, pink and parted just slightly as he stared into her eyes.

  Laura felt her body leaning towards him, his hand gripping tighter on hers. Her eyes began to close as she felt Billy leaning towards her. Her body tingled and her pussy flinched as she anticipated the kiss that would fill her heart with everything she had dreamed.

  “Laura!” Her father called out from the distance.

  Her eyes opened, Billy stared at her with what looked to be fear.

  “It’s my father,” she said with a jolt.

  “I have to go!” She exclaimed and turned to run towards the voice that called her name in anger.

  Billy gripped her hand tightly, pulling her back into him as she attempted her get away.

  The force of his grip and the quick turn it created on her body flung her right into his arms and against his chest.

  His lips pushed into hers delicately and then with a sudden burst of passion. She felt her body react with pulses of pleasure shooting between her legs and her breasts swelling against his chest.

  “Laura!” Her father called out once again.

  Billy released her just as she felt his tongue start to part her virgin lips. Her pussy was burning with desire and her heart racing as she gave him one last glance before running towards the stable doors.