by Ashlee Price
Shania couldn’t bring herself to say anything and Taylor didn’t seem to notice. His eyes were roaming her face, and then they landed on her lips. He hesitated for a brief moment and then said; “I better get to work. It really was nice to meet you Miss Matthews.”
The rest of the day, while taking pictures of the new horses,
Shania thought about Taylor’s eyes on her lips. Did he want to kiss her? God, she hoped so.
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For the next couple of weeks, Shania looked forward to seeing Taylor every day. She would take pictures of him doing different things, instructing his men on what to do, fixing the tractor tire, helping the trainer with the green horses. Whatever he was doing he seemed to have this air of power. She could tell that the men respected him immensely, and he was clearly their boss. He was never mean, but he was definitely the alpha.
He would talk to her if he had a minute; they flirted back and forth a little. Each time she saw him or heard his voice, something deep inside of her stomach clenched. One day he helped her on to a horse, and she could barely stay on after he picked her up so close to his body.
One night she was taking pictures of the evening milking when he came up behind her. “Do you want to have dinner with me?” He asked quietly.
He had startled her and she jumped a little and put herself off balance. His reflexes were quicker than hers and he threw out his arms and caught her before she could tumble to the side. In his arms, all she could see and smell and hear was him. He smelt like fresh grass and summer air, and she could hear his slow breathing.
She righted herself and he dropped his arms. “Sorry.” He said.
“That’s okay, I'm a klutz. What did you say?”
“I asked if you would like to have dinner with me; maybe tomorrow night? In the house?”
She didn’t even have to think about it. “Absolutely. I would love that.”
He smiled wide. “I’ll see you there at seven.” Then he turned around and walked away.
The next day Shania didn’t see Taylor at all. She was out and about on the ranch but there was no sign of him. She went in to the loft around 5 to shower and get ready. She didn’t bring any fancy clothes because she didn’t think she was going to need it. She settled for a dark pair of jeans and a red long sleeved shirt.
By the time it was six forty five she was ready to go and nervous as hell. She was pacing around the living area of the loft; sure she was leaving a mark in the floor. Finally she got enough courage to leave and head towards the house.
She came up to the front door and before she could knock, Taylor opened the door and invited her in. As soon as she was in the house, she was no longer nervous. It was like being in his presence calmed all of her nerves.
“Supper isn’t quite ready yet.” He called from what she assumed was the kitchen.
“You cook?” She called back.
She could hear the smile in his voice when he replied, “Yes, and very well too. I hope you like lasagna.”
While he finished up supper, she wandered around the downstairs of the house. It was beautiful. The living room was large and furnished with beautiful leather couches and chairs. There was a stone fireplace on one wall, and a grandfather clock on another. The dining room had a huge eight person mahogany table in it, each place setting all set up.
She finally made her way to the kitchen and saw that Taylor was just pulling something out of the oven. “It smells amazing in here.” She said.
There was a small table in the corner that had two table settings, a lit candle and two glasses of red wine already poured. She assumed this was where they were eating so she took a seat. Shortly after, Taylor brought over the dinner and dished it out. He was right when he said he was good at cooking. It was amazing.
When they were finished eating, they sat at the little table and talked for what seemed like forever. The window closest to them was open and when a chilly breeze came in, she shivered a bit.
“You're cold. Let’s move to the living room in front of the fire.”
She didn’t argue, she was a little chilly. He led her to the next room and laid a comforter on the floor in front of the flickering fire. She sat down and she was instantly warmer. He sat beside her, and they talked again.
At one point in the conversation, she brought her hand up to her face because she was laughing so hard. When her arm fell back down, her hand landed on Taylor’s thigh. They both instantly became quiet and she slowly brought her hand back to her own body.
Slowly, Taylor reached out and grabbed her hand in his. “I don’t know what it is about you Shania, but I have this attraction that I just can’t hide any longer.”
Shania stopped breathing. “So don’t hide it.”
Taylor’s eyes widened, and then his lips were on hers. He kissed her softly at first and she was shocked at how soft his lips were. She kissed him back and he immediately deepened the kiss, his tongue licking at her mouth to let him in. She parted her lips and her tongue met his. Her whole body was on fire, her skin sensitive to his touch.
Taylor leaned his back against the couch and lifted Shania on top of him as if she weighed nothing. She was straddling him; her legs spread wide, knees on either side of his hips. She wrapped her arms around his neck and deepened the kiss even more. Her ass was on his lap and so she pushed it even more, he automatically pushed his hips in to her and let out a soft moan. The sound made that spot deep inside of Shania clench even further. She could feel the wetness swelling between her legs.
Taylor grabbed her ass and pushed his hips in to her again. There was that moan. Then he found the bottom of her shirt and broke the kiss only long enough to remove it and his own. He then picked her up again and leaned forward, laying her out on her back and settling on his hip beside her with one leg in between hers. He sat up and unbuttoned her jeans. They slid off of her legs easily and she was glad she had worn boot cut. He then removed her panties and bra. He stared at her, lying naked on his living room floor for just a minute before he removed his pants and boxer briefs.
She took a minute to admire his impressive erection, and then he was settling himself between her legs. He took one finger and slowly pushed it inside of her and then started to massage her most sensitive spot. It wasn’t long before she felt the tightening of her abdomen and the buildup of the orgasm that was coming. His talented fingers kept working her, circling, in and out, until her body exploded in to a rush of pleasure. Every muscle in her body tightened as she rode the waves of her enormous climax.
Before she was finished climaxing, Taylor was inside of her. He slammed himself in to her and she gasped loudly, he was so big and he filed her to the core. He started slowly, pushing in and out, letting her get used to the size of him. When she couldn’t handle the slow and steady anymore, she reached around and grabbed his ass and slammed him in to her. He took the invitation and picked up the pace. He began to pump faster and faster, her moans getting louder and louder. Her heart was racing and they were both breathing hard. She felt another climax begin to grow and suddenly Taylor wasn’t inside of her anymore.
He picked her up again and placed her so that she was on her hands and knees in front of him. He entered her again but from the back. She had to get used to this angle again, and he went slow but soon picked up the pace again. He slammed himself in to her; she could barely contain her moans, almost on the edge of screams. Her orgasm started to build again, deep inside of her. Higher and higher she went until she fell off the edge and she orgasmed again; her core squeezing Taylor inside of her and wrapping tightly around him. He began to orgasm as well, pushing himself deep within her.
When they both became still, he slowly pulled himself out of her and she fell on to the blanket and he lay beside her. They laid there quietly for a while, getting their breath back to normal and letting the air cool their bodies.
“Do you want some ice cream?” Taylor asked.
She laughed out loud. “Sex and ice cream, there’s nothing better
.”
He laughed too and stood up. He put only his jeans back on and went to the kitchen. She could hear him rustling around in cupboards and drawers. She got up and put her clothes back on and then went searching for the bathroom. When she came back he was sitting on the floor with two bowls of chocolate ice cream. She joined him and they ate.
He invited her to stay the night in the house with him and she agreed. They slept in his huge king sized bed. The next morning, she was awoken by a hard erection pushing in to her hip. Taylor was lying on his side with one arm thrown across her body. His eyes were still closed, but she knew he must be awake.
She reached below the blankets and grabber on to him. His eyes opened immediately and he rolled over on to his back, taking her with him. He held her hips and slowly lowered her on to himself. She moaned as he filled her up again. He held on to her hips and started to rock them forward and back, hitting just the right spot. Her breath began to pick up and small moans began. Then it was her turn to take control. She put her hands on his chest and lifted her hips off of him slightly and slammed them back down. The moan that came out of his mouth was like heaven. She did it again and again, each time he would make the same noise getting louder and louder.
Abruptly, he rolled over and was on top. He took her legs and stretched them above his head and laid them on his shoulders. Then he started to pump. The way he had her legs up made it so he could be extra deep and she felt everything; especially when the orgasm started. As if he knew, Taylor began to pump faster; slamming himself in to her over and over again, matching her moaning. Right before she came to the peak of her climax, she felt him go rigid inside of her; they orgasmed together; her sex milking him as he climaxed, squeezing around his length.
When they were finished, Taylor got up to head to the shower but not before giving her a light kiss on the lips. Shania rolled over and fell back to sleep.
~
A couple of weeks later, after spending a lot of time with Taylor, Shania asked Liam about ham while they ate lunch together in a field.
“What’s his story? How did he get to be where he is today?” Taylor didn’t talk much about himself so she was curious about him still.
“It’s none of my business to tell ya, but I will because I trust you. Taylor had no plans to run this place, he went to college and he wanted to be a mechanic. He met a girl there and he fell in love, they were perfect for each other. Once they graduated, they got married.”
Shania inhaled sharply, “He was married?”
“Yes he was and she was beautiful. Tall and blonde, made the best apple pie I ever ate. About four years ago, there was a terrible accident on the highway. A twelve car pile-up, a lot of people were hurt and there were a few casualties. She was one of them.”
“Oh my god.”
“Yeah, Taylor was pretty torn up about it. He quit his job at the local shop, sold his house because it reminded him too much of her and then he moved back in here with his parents. Slowly he started to come back out. He’d help with the cows if his dad asked him to, or he’d break a horse if no one else was available. He started to get over the heartache by throwing himself in to this place instead. When his parents retired last year and moved to Florida, he took over the ranch. He hasn’t even looked at a woman since the accident, at least not until he saw you.” Liam leaned over and bumped his shoulder in to hers, smirking. “He seems to fancy you.”
Shania laughed at Liam, but she couldn’t help but think of Taylor. He had been through a lot, more than she imagined. There was no way she was going to say anything to him, and that’s probably why Liam told her. He knew she wouldn’t.
Later in the day Shania caught up with Taylor. “Hey!” he stopped walking and let her catch up to him. “Do you want to have dinner in the loft with me tonight? There’s beef stew in the slow cooker.” She smiled; she couldn’t help it when she was near him.
“That sounds amazing.” He smiled and leaned down to kiss her on the lips. “What time do you want me there?”
“Well I’m just headed in now to shower and clean up, so maybe like an hour?”
“Perfect.” He kissed her on the lips again and she ran off to the barn.
Shania checked the stew when she got upstairs, it looked delicious, then she headed to the bathroom to grab a quick shower. She started the water and closed the door of the shower so it could heat up. She stripped off her dirty clothes and stepped inside. The water was warm and wonderful. She was just about to shampoo her hair when she heard the bathroom door open.
“Hello?” she asked.
No reply. Instead, Taylor opened the door of the shower and stepped in beside her. As soon as she saw his naked body and that he was fully erect, she felt her stomach clench and her sex was swelled and wet, ready for him. He wrapped his arms around her and they were both under the spray of the water. Their lips met and Taylor’s hands started to roam around Shania’s body. The water made her skin slick so his hands went smoothly over her as, up her lower back and over her hips to her breasts. He pinched her nipples and she moaned in to his mouth.
With his right hand he kept playing with her breasts and with his left he wandered down towards her core. He slipped one finger in and moaned; “You’re ready for me.”
His voice made her core throb; squeezing his finger. “So ready.” She whispered back to him.
Slowly he turned her around and pushed her towards the wall of the shower, back to him. She braced herself with her palms flat against the shower. His hands started to move all over her again. Starting at her hips and moving up to her breasts and then back down to her hips. His hands grabbed on as he slowly entered her. The pace was slow, steady and steamy. They both moaned as the friction began to build and Taylor got deeper and deeper; pushing himself all the way in to Shania and filling her up.
Holding on to Shania’s hip with one hand, Taylor brought his hand over her other hip and started to massage her. That put her over the top and the orgasm started to build fast. Up and up, then finally she burst in to an intense orgasm, needing to brace herself against the wall for support. Taylor orgasmed along with her; pushing himself as far in to her as he could go, filling her up in two different ways.
When they were done, Taylor brought Shania back under the water and he washed her. He shampooed her hair, massaging her; he took the cloth and ran it all over her body, and when she was nice and clean, he rinsed her off and turned off the shower. He got out first and wrapped a towel around his hips and then wrapped a big fluffy towel around her shoulders.
They got dried off and dressed in some comfy clothes (he brought his with him) and then they sat on the couch with big bowls of stew in front of them. They ate it with thick sliced of bread and butter and Shania was impressed that it was so good.
While they ate they watched a movie that was on the TV. It was nice to just sit and relax. When they were done eating, she brought their bowls to the kitchen and rinsed them off then went back to the couch. He was sitting at one end so she lay down and put her head on his lap. They sat like that for a long time, until the movie was over and even longer still.
When they finally got up, it was because it was very late and Taylor had to get up early to do chores. He gave her a long kiss on the lips and headed to the main house. Shania didn’t have to get up early, so she decided she would flip through the channels and see what was on.
Family Guy, a cooking show, Criminal Minds, I Didn’t Know I Was Pregnant, Family Feud were the ones she flipped through. Abruptly she flipped back to I Didn’t Know I Was Pregnant. Shania shot off of the couch and ran to the kitchen to look at the date. She didn’t keep track because she was having such a good time.
Oh God. She was three weeks late. How could that be? She was on the pill, had she forgotten to take them? She thought back to that morning and didn’t remember taking one. Oh crap. She decided not to get too worried about it until she could go in to town and get a pregnancy test.
Bright and early the next day she had Li
am take her to Wal-Mart. She bought a test and a couple other things so he didn’t know why she came. When they got home she ran up the stairs to the loft and peed on the stick. Two minutes later, it was official. She was pregnant.
She sat down on the toilet seat and just stared at the stick. She couldn’t believe this was happening. Sure, she wanted to have kids someday, but that wasn’t in the plan for a while. What was she going to tell Taylor? They hadn’t talked about kids; they hadn’t talked about anything serious; she was only supposed to be here for three months. She couldn’t keep it from him, she was going to have to tell him; she just had to get enough courage.
She stayed in the loft for the most part of that day; she told anyone who came looking for her that she was sick. The news must have reached Taylor because once the sun went down, he came to see her.
“Hey, I heard you’re sick.” He said as he walked in the door.
She couldn’t look at him, she was so nervous. “Yeah, kind of.” She said quietly.
“Is there something I can do for you?” he was so concerned.
Shania couldn’t hold it in she had to tell him. “I’m not sick.” She blurted. “I’m pregnant.”
Taylor, who was on the way to the couch to sit with her, stopped in his tracks. He didn’t say anything, he just stood there not moving a muscle; an expression of utter shock across his face.
When he finally spoke all he said was “what?”
“I'm pregnant.” She said again, more confidence now that she had already said it once.
“Say that again.” he said.
She didn’t know why he wanted her to but she said it for a third time, “I'm pregnant. I was three weeks late so I got a test and I'm pregnant.”
Suddenly Taylor was no longer in the middle of the room; he was on the couch lifting her out of her seat and on to his lap, kissing her all over her face. Shania was confused; he was happy?