Her back bowed and she trembled and cried out as her cunt rippled around his engorged dick. He pumped in harder strokes, drawing her orgasm out as long as he could as his boiled up and exploded, sending his cum in hot bursts inside her.
He held her for a minute as they caught their breath. Even though his legs were shaky, he stayed buried deep inside her, wanting just a few seconds more before pulling out. He helped her from her kneeling position and when her legs cramped, he lifted her into his arms and carried her back to the blanket where Chris waited.
Julián rubbed her thighs and upper calves for a minute before she put her arms around his neck and kissed him. While she looked deeply sated, there was something about her eyes and the set of her mouth that told him she was troubled.
She kissed Julián one more time and then went to Chris and did the same for him. Being careful of his twitching erection, she climbed over his thighs and settled astride him. She held his cheeks and looked into his eyes but said nothing. Her cheeks flushed a darker rose color, and that was his only indication that she was struggling inside. Seeing her like that made his heart beat harder in his chest.
You don’t want to go either, do you?
Julián had the distinct impression that one word would open the floodgates so he kept quiet. The decision was hers to stay or go anyway. It needed to be her choice.
Chris slid his hands over her hips and up her back in a lingering caress as he brushed his lips across hers, a tender gesture asking for her kiss. Her eyelids slid closed and she tilted her head, joining her lips to his. Chris’s breath was shaky as he held her, and Julián empathized with him. How many more kisses did they have left?
Despite his provocative words earlier, he would’ve thought she might need a few more minutes before moving again, but she pulled at his shoulder and whispered, “You on top, baby. I love it like that.” She held on as he turned them so she lay on her back, cushioned by the thick layer of oak leaves and the blanket. Chris settled on top of her, bracing most of his weight on his right elbow. Chris lifted her right thigh and hooked her knee over the crook of his arm, opening her wide as he nudged her with the head of his cock.
Julián reclined and watched with pleasure as her slick lips parted, revealing how wet she was, with her arousal, and his cum. He felt an unforeseen, intimate communion with them as Chris’s engorged cock parted her lips and slid between, drawing a blissful moan from Gwen as she kissed him.
Julián’s cock tingled, heralding a second wind as he watched the two of them rock together. Gwen circled her hips, grinding against Chris as he slid deeper and deeper with each thrust. Chris growled at the same time Gwen tightened the muscles in her legs and cried out with her orgasm, bathing his thrusting cock in her cream as her climax rolled on and on. Chris was evidently determined to give her more than one because he slowed a little but kept on thrusting as he kissed her. She tightened her arms around his shoulders and buried her face in his neck, coming a second time. Chris changed the angle of his cock to rub her G-spot, and Julián heard a rumble of triumph come from Chris as she arched her back, a high-pitched wail coming from her throat as more cum gushed from her pussy in a translucent wave, bathing his balls with her juices. Once Gwen got rolling, it was nearly guaranteed they could bring her to orgasm at least three or four times before she came down, and that evening was no exception.
Chris slowed and moved to a kneeling position sitting back on his heels. He lifted her hips so that her upper body rested on her shoulders and upper back. She smiled up at him as she wrapped her legs loosely around his hips and whispered, “Now you come for me, cowboy.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he growled as he fingered her clit. She panted and arched her back as he stoked her arousal once more. Chris turned his gaze to Julián, who was stroking his cock by this point, and said, “Darlin’, Julián needs you one more time. You got him all excited again.”
Gwen giggled and turned to Julián, reaching for him as Chris began to thrust harder. He teased her nipples while she sucked his cock into her mouth and hummed softly as Chris teased her clit with his thumb. The vibrations from her humming quickly had him riding the thin line of control as Chris took her higher and higher. Julián held his cock for her at the base as Chris fucked her harder, jostling her, exciting her more and more until her humming was nearly a wail as she came once more and continued sucking on him.
Chris came at the same time, thrusting in several short strokes before plunging deep as he groaned loudly. “Fuck, yes!” He stilled in his upright position but looked like he could’ve been knocked over with a feather.
“Here it comes, love!” Julián shouted, and then nearly screamed, as she sucked a little harder and his seed jetted in hot streams into the recesses of her mouth. She swallowed on his cock, milking every last drop from him until he withdrew, and then she licked her lips as she swallowed again.
Placing his hand on her abdomen, Chris peered at her. “Are you all right? That was wild. Did I hurt you?”
Gwen looked up at Chris and smiled at him as she slid her hand over his. “Of course not. I would tell you if you were hurting me or ask you to stop.”
“You’ve never told me that I was hurting you.”
“That’s right. Because you haven’t. You always take it slow, and when I ask for more, you always deliver. You both do,” she added, reaching out to Julián as well. “Thank you.”
“We should be thanking you,” Julián murmured, as Chris pulled out and the three of them lay side by side, with her in the middle, looking up at the dimming sky. The sun had set while they’d made love to her. One more day was nearly over. One less day with her. He’d told himself he wouldn’t count down the days. He’d just take what each day offered, regretting nothing, until they were over. Evidently his heart felt otherwise.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Sunday morning, Chris yawned as he poured a mug full of coffee from the pot Julián had just brewed. Gwen was still upstairs, having just climbed into the shower. Julián stood at the stove bare-chested, taking his chances in front of a cast iron skillet where bacon was sizzling.
“It’s gonna sting and I’m going to laugh, Julió, if you get popped with bacon grease because you want to show off your muscles for our woman.” His voice sounded more gravelly than usual, even for first thing in the morning.
“Naw, I just forgot to grab a T-shirt before I came downstairs. I wasn’t thinking past coffee.” Julián cleared his throat and Chris reckoned they were both a little hoarse because they’d overused their vocal cords the day before. “Besides, you’re not wearing a shirt either, Guido.”
Chuckling as he flexed, Chris said, “That’s because I know our woman likes looking at my muscles.”
Chris took a sip of his coffee as he handed Julián a full mug. He peered blearily out of the kitchen window which looked out on the front pastures and the ranch entry down by FM709. He glanced at his watch. “Who in the fuck would show up at Wilbur’s place at five thirty on a Sunday morning?”
Julián frowned and joined him at the sink to look out the window. It was too dark to make out what type of vehicle it was until it pulled up near the ranch house. “Wilbur told me that everyone who needed to know he was out of town already knows. That’s somebody for Gwen or one of us. I think those are Colorado license plates.”
“Shit.”
Julián sipped his coffee as he leaned against the counter and crossed his arms over his chest, looking more confident than Chris felt. “It’s okay. With her up in the shower it gives us a chance to get to know him, and maybe figure him out.”
Two truck doors slammed and Chris heard a couple of men talking as they walked to the side door and knocked. Chris wished now that he’d put on a shirt. Maybe they shouldn’t even be here. He had a bad feeling about this meeting.
Julián halted Chris as he was about to head to the door. “I can read your mind in your eyes, Chris. They’ve shown up on our home turf at five fucking thirty in the morning. Gwen wanted you here,
and that’s that. You have nothing to apologize for.” Chris nodded, a little freaked that Julián could read him so well.
The knock came at the door again and this time it was a little louder. Chris unlocked the door and opened it. Two men stood on the porch. One was in his late sixties, looking tired and harried. The other one was taller and looked to be in his late fifties or early sixties. By his eagle-eyed expression, he was the leader of the two.
He looked Chris up and down, taking note of his bare chest. Julián made a noise in the kitchen and the man looked beyond Chris and frowned.
“Can we help you gentlemen?”
“This is the Wilson Ranch. We’re supposed to be meeting Gwen Henderson here. This is her father,” the man added, gesturing over his shoulder with a thumb. “And I’m Roger Bedford. Where’s Gwen?” His face appeared to be a shade darker than it had been.
Julián walked up beside Chris and crossed his arms over his chest. “She’s in the shower. I’m in the middle of fixing her breakfast.” He flicked a glance at the porch light and the pitch black beyond. “Would you mind coming in so we don’t let in any more moths?”
Both men wiped their feet and took off their hats as they came in the door.
“Smells good,” Gwen’s father said as he took a seat in the chair when Chris directed them to the table. “By the way, I’m Harold.”
He offered his hand and Chris shook it with a nod. “Chris Potter.”
Julián used a dish towel to put the skillet back on the burner and then reached out to shake Harold’s hand. “Julián Alvarez.”
Chris wasn’t surprised when Bedford didn’t offer his hand to shake, but he didn’t let that stop him from being polite. “Can we offer you a cup of coffee?”
“Sure, I’d like that. It’s been a long drive,” Harold said.
Bedford sighed, still standing near the door where he’d been staring at both of them silently. “How long before Gwen will be down?”
With a sigh, Julián finished turning the bacon and leaned against the counter, flipping the dish towel over his shoulder in a casual manner. “We just woke up. Gwen is in the shower. I reckon she’ll be down soon. She didn’t know you’d be arriving today, or at this hour.”
There was no question this was turning into a tense situation. Gwen needed to be warned. “I’ll go upstairs and let her know we have company.”
Roger cleared his throat and said, “Put a shirt on while you’re at it.”
Julián stopped Chris before he walked out of the kitchen. Chris thought it would be better if he put some space between him and this man. Gwen probably wouldn’t take it too kindly if he put his fist in her benefactor’s face. Julián must’ve thought otherwise.
Looking particularly uncomfortable, Harold rose from his chair and said, “Almost forgot. I have Gwen’s mail from her post office box. I’ll just run out to the truck and get it.”
Julián nodded at him and then turned to Roger Bedford. “It’s plain you’re unhappy about our presence here and that can’t be helped. We’re here because Gwen wants us here.”
“Are you hired hands?” Roger asked, finally pouring a cup of coffee from the pot.
“We work next door, for the Cooks.”
Bedford sat down at the table and spooned sugar into his coffee. “Shouldn’t you be over there then, starting your workday?” His tone was condescending and Chris wanted to punch him.
Julián let out a slow sigh and Chris was amazed that he kept his cool. “Our day starts soon enough. Not that it’s your business. You show up out of the blue before the sun is even up and knock on our door. We show you hospitality and you presume to dictate to us what time our work day starts or whether we have shirts on?”
“That’s the least of my worries. I’m more concerned about why you’re here than how you’re dressed.”
“Because they’re my lovers, Roger. That’s why.” Gwen stood in the doorway.
Roger let out a long breath and looked down at his boots, as he fiddled with the hatband on his gray felt hat. “Always direct and to the point, Gwen. And impetuous. Just like your mother.”
Chris saw a frown cross Gwen’s face before her attention was drawn to Chris and Julián. “Be that as it may, you’re here at an ungodly hour, grilling them, while drinking the coffee they made and sitting at my table. Couldn’t you at least have called to let me know you were coming?”
Roger shrugged. “We knew you’d already be up at this hour, taking care of this place. All by yourself. Or so I thought anyway.”
“Have you eaten?” she asked.
“Yes. Your father and I stopped for breakfast at an all-night diner off the interstate in the last town.”
“Where is he?”
“Outside getting your box of mail.”
“Fine. Then why don’t you wait for me in the living room. I’ll be in there in just—”
“I’ll wait outside.” Roger rose from the chair, put his hat on his head, and strode to the door.
When the door closed behind him with a bang, Gwen slumped into the chair he’d vacated. “Shit. Oh no.” She rubbed her forehead and her still slightly damp locks swung down to hide her face.
Julián knelt in front of her and Chris took the seat beside her. “You didn’t have to tell him what we were to you, darlin’, especially if there was the risk that you might lose his help. You could’ve told him we were hired hands. I’m sorry we didn’t talk about this beforehand.”
Gwen was frowning when she looked from him to Julián.
Julián nodded and stroked her knees. “We would’ve understood, love. We don’t want you to lose your chance to get your ranch back.”
“If I do, it’s not because of you. I never made any kind of personal commitment to him. Maybe he was just surprised.”
Julián gave her a sideways grin. “Surprised? Yes, he was definitely surprised. But I think there’s more to it.”
Chris rose from his seat and took a brief look out the kitchen window. Harold stood out near the truck with a large box in his hands, speaking to Roger as though he was pleading to him. He kept gesturing to the house, his body language obviously trying to get Roger to go back inside.
“We’d better eat before everything gets cold,” Julián said as he stood after kissing the top of her head, and got plates out of the cabinet for the scrambled eggs and bacon he’d made. “Sorry, the eggs are a little overdone.”
Chris thought Gwen looked like the blade of a guillotine was hanging over her head as she tried to eat and eventually gave up. She sipped her coffee until they were finished hurriedly eating their breakfast and then she said, “Well, I guess I’d better get this over with.”
One by one, they kissed her and Chris offered to do her morning chores for her.
“No. I won’t have you getting in trouble with Del. You go on. I’ll be fine. I’ve known this man for several years. There’s no reason for you to worry.” Her personal safety might not be in question but Chris had a feeling that Bedford was waiting to give her a verbal whipping.
Chris hesitated, willing to take a little flack for her. “I don’t want him talking down to you. I wanted to kick his ass earlier.”
Gwen smiled and hugged him. “Thank you, Captain Caveman. I love it when you go all Neanderthal for me but I can handle him. I’ve dealt with his type for years. He’s no different. Plus, my dad is here. He’ll be of help, I’m sure.”
Chris couldn’t see how the diminutive man he’d met would be of any help but he knew Gwen was a big girl. He kissed her one last time before he ran upstairs to grab his shirt. When he came back down, with shirts and clean socks for both of them, Julián was still locked in an embrace with her.
With one eye on the clock, they finished dressing and put on their boots which were lined up by the back door. Chris kissed her one last time, patted her sweet little fanny, and headed out the door behind Julián. He nodded to the men before climbing in his truck and starting the engine as Julián got in the passenger seat and closed t
he door.
“The shit has officially hit the fan.”
“Damn, I hate leaving her to face that,” Julián muttered. “I’ve got a bad feeling about this. I shouldn’t have mouthed off.”
“You weren’t that bad. At least you didn’t seem to be restraining yourself from using fists like I was. We can watch over the place from next door. If they’re gone at noon, we can check on her during lunch. Think the gift for her was in her mail?”
“Damn, that’s right. I think this is not the best timing for that gift.”
Chris ran his hands through his hair before putting his hat back on. “Yeah. Shit, meet fan.”
* * * *
With shaking hands, Gwen poured herself a cup of coffee, sighing when she couldn’t even get the sugar into the cup without spilling half of it. “Calm down, Elmer Fudd,” she whispered to herself. Saying that brought Chris to mind, which calmed her heart rate considerably. Even in his absence, he was her woobie. “The sooner we get started, the sooner we can be done.”
On the porch, she called out to Roger and her dad. When they came around from the truck, she hugged her dad and greeted him and then said, “Thank you for giving us a chance to eat and get the day started.”
Roger’s jaw was set in a hard line but he nodded as they followed her back to the house. After offering them fresh coffee, she led them into the spacious living room which doubled as a den. The walls were lined with bookshelves and mounted deer and elk antlers. They settled into the couches with her sitting on a loveseat opposite of her dad and Roger.
Her father placed a large box on the coffee table between them and said, “Sorry about the delay in getting your mail to you, sweetie.” He glanced at Roger as he spoke. “If I’d known it’d take so long to come see you, I’d have shipped it all to you sooner.”
For the time being, she ignored the box, preferring to stay focused on the conversation at hand. Careful to keep open body language, Gwen said, “Roger, can you tell me why you showed up like this out of the blue, at this hour?”
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