He tipped his hat though he wasn’t in the mood to be a gentleman. He reached for Lynn’s hand. “Can I talk to you for a minute?”
“Um, sure. Jack, thanks for the dance. Excuse me.”
Ransom felt dozens of eyes on him as he led her from the crowd and, momentarily baffled about what the hell he was doing, he looked around for a place to vent his frustration. Lynn was quiet but she no doubt had him pegged for a crazy man right about now. Well, he didn’t give a damn.
Going on instinct, he led her from the lights, noise and chatter and straight into the biggest of the Double D’s three barns, closed the door and, ignoring her little gasp, pressed her against it. His mouth settled on hers with ravenous hunger and, uncaring of the crowds partying outside, he took the kiss deeper, filling his hands with her breasts before giving action to his thoughts and dragging the edge of her top down to expose the creamy mounds.
Lynn broke the kiss and pressed her cheek to the heavy wooden door. “What on Earth are you doing?” she whispered.
“I think you know the answer to that.” He pressed his mouth to her throat then dragged his lips over the soft flesh peeking above the top of her strapless bra. “I’m done with sharing you with other men.”
“Other men? You mean Jack?”
Just hearing somebody else’s name on her lips made him nuts. “Yeah.”
She pushed at his chest but he wasn’t going anywhere. “I didn’t see you asking me to dance.”
“I can’t dance.”
“Bullshit! You are a stubborn man. You don’t ask me but you’re mad when I dance with someone else. Grow up.”
He set his teeth along the upper curve of one breast then reached behind her to unsnap her lacy little bra. “I’m grown enough. I don’t want to fight and I don’t want to share.” She made him crazy and that was a fact. Pressing the hard bulge of his cock against her pussy, he kissed her again and her angry words disappeared. He didn’t want to fight but fuck and he aimed to do it now.
Predatory urges swam through his system as he held her against the door and dragged himself over the seam of her jeans, but it wasn’t enough. Frustration built apace with his passion.
Too damn many clothes.
Ransom reached behind her and slid the lock on the door in place. “I don’t want an audience for what I have in mind.”
Lifting her high against his body, he stalked the few steps to a long wooden beam where saddles sat astride the length. Ropes hung on pegs nearby, giving Ransom all kinds of ideas, but at the moment all he really wanted was to stake his claim. Getting inside Lynn’s sexy body was paramount. Lust riding him hard, he turned her until she faced one of the saddles.
“Ran, what are you—?”
“Shh.” He pulled her hair aside, baring her shoulder and neck, and breathed against her warm skin. “Don’t you worry about it. Just do what I say.”
Lynn bent her head, giving him access, and he instantly took advantage by filling his hands with her bare breasts. He plied her nipples until they stiffened against the pads of his fingers and when Lynn sighed, leaning back against him, he knew he’d won this game of mastery. Sliding his hands down, he stroked her abs, her belly, then quickly went to work on the snap and zipper of her jeans. At the far end of the barn, a horse snuffled as another kicked lightly against a stall door.
Nothing would stop him.
Ransom rested his palm on the rounded flesh of her belly. “I’m going to bend you over this saddle and fuck you. Do you want that?” Lynn sucked in a breath but didn’t answer. “Do you? Tell me, darlin’.”
“Yes. Yes, do it.”
Lynn wore boots and yeah, the jeans were confining but when a man was desperate, he could improvise. Notching his thumbs into the waistband of her jeans, he pushed them over her hips, taking her panties with them. When they stopped in the vicinity of her knees, he nipped at her shoulder and whispered in her ear, “Spread your legs as far open as you can.”
When she complied and the fabric stretched taut between her legs, he reached down and dipped his fingers in her honey. She was creamy and slick, so tempting that Ransom swallowed hard. Placing one hand between her shoulder blades, he gently pressed until she lay across the leather saddle. The smells of leather and hay mixed with Lynn’s unique scent and Ransom drew it into his lungs as he took in the sight of her bent over the saddle, her pale ass perfectly round and tempting.
His cock hardened and his balls twitched.
“Just looking at your ass gets me hard. It’s perfect. I don’t know whether to kiss it or spank it.”
Lynn writhed against the saddle, no doubt frustrated by the jeans that hampered her movements. Ransom slid his palms over the firm globes, then moved them lower and lower. Her pussy glistened in the low lights in the barn and he stroked his fingers through that moisture, gathering it up with his fingertips. She was ripe, ready and so damn sexy he wanted to howl.
Stepping back, he tore at his jeans and then pulled his hungry cock free. Ransom was without question a gentleman, but every bit of gallantry shredded at the sight of her, the feel of her. Reaching for a rubber, he covered himself then gripped his cock at the base to drag through her creamy juices. Lynn moaned and Ransom watched her fingers grip the ends of the saddle, her knuckles white from the pressure she exerted. Good. Now she was as frustrated and needy as he and that’s just the way he wanted her.
Hot. Ready. Sizzling.
He wanted her to beg him to fuck her but there was no time for that now. The image of her bent over this saddle for Sheriff Jack swept through his mind, pissing him off to no end, and though he knew he was being an irrational bastard, he simply couldn’t help it.
Years of being alone crashed over him, along with the knowledge that in a few short days, Lynn would walk out of his life.
Damn it.
Ransom filled his hands with her beautiful ass, digging his fingers into the soft flesh, then he pounded his cock home. Hard and heavy, he rammed in and out as she backed against him, seeking more. There was no finesse in the way he fucked her. He trained his eyes on the sight of his dick disappearing then exiting her body. His cream-coated cock glistened and thickened as he pounded deep, loving the feel of her slick muscles pulsing over it, squeezing tight.
From off in the distance he heard the sounds of people laughing and talking, the sounds of music playing, but he didn’t give a shit. This was what he needed. This was what he had to have.
She’d become an obsession as every waking moment filled with thoughts of her and how she’d brought him back to life.
In. Out. In. Out. He fucked her hard then harder and faster. Lynn’s cries filled the room. Reaching down again, needing to get her off, Ransom plucked her clit between his fingers until her juices flowed again in a steady rush. She caught her breath and went still before unraveling as she came, her little cry breaking around him like a sexy song.
The last pull of her orgasm, the last squeeze of her slick walls sent him rushing into climax after her. His balls slid hard against her body as he pushed inside one final time. Sensation rushed over his skin from heels to head and every pleasure point in between as he blasted his cum into the end of the condom.
Resting against her back, Ransom ran his hands over the backs of her thighs, loving the way they trembled against his palms. Easing her down, he pressed kisses to her shoulders and her upper back. “Damn, but you’re beautiful.”
“Don’t think anyone has ever said that,” she whispered, her voice shaky.
“I’m saying it. Believe it.” Ransom stood, pulled the spent latex off and tucked the thing in his pocket before rushing to tuck his cock back in his pants. Tenderly he helped Lynn stand and noticed that she trembled. “You just stand right there and look pretty while I fix you up.”
Dutifully she stood while he pulled her jeans up then zipped her back into them. She rearranged her top and gave him a bleary-eyed look. “What have you done to me?”
He laughed. “I think that’s pretty obvious.”
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She brushed her hair back while he retrieved her pretty lace bra from the floor of the barn. Ran didn’t want her to put it back on because he had further plans for her beautiful breasts so he carefully folded it and tucked it into the front of his shirt.
“I’m so shaky.”
“Good sex will do that for you and we’re about to have some more.”
“But the guests. All those people.”
Ransom pressed his mouth to her forehead. “Don’t worry about all those people. I’m getting you inside and that’s that. Trust me.”
After settling a hand at the small of her back, he unlocked the barn door and together they headed back out into the night. The distant lights splashed color over his front lawn as they moved across it. T appeared as if from nowhere and raised a brow as Ransom stepped between his girl and his brother.
“What’s up, Ran? Lynn? How y’all doing?”
Ransom gave his brother a look that had him backing up quickly. “We’re heading in. You know me and crowds don’t mix so I want you and Cooper to handle whatever might come up.”
T grinned. “No problem. Do what you’ve got to do, bro. We’ve got your back.”
Ransom managed a slight smile. “Thanks, I owe you.”
“Nah, I figure Coop and I owe you. Enjoy your evening, big brother.”
Chapter Eight
Steam rolled from the big garden tub in Ransom’s bathroom as squat candles flickered, tossing shadows over the walls. Lynn lay back against his broad chest and ran her touch over his bent knee. It had been her experience that good things seldom lasted and she realized it was best not to think about that and just enjoy the moment and how great it felt to be in his arms.
Ransom was the kind of man a woman dreamed of. Big, rough and confident, he was a Texas cowboy personified and she wondered if a woman like her could ever fit in his world. She was a lucky woman though, to get a glimpse of the gentle man behind that tough façade. A man of few words but heavy on the action. That was fine with her.
He lifted a fat, soapy sponge and trailed it over her breasts, leaving a warm, wet path in its wake. “You’re awfully quiet,” he said, his voice gravelly.
“I think you screwed the need to talk right out of me. It takes a woman some time to recover from something like that.”
“Did I scare you? If I did, I’m sorry.”
She laughed. “I don’t frighten easily, Ransom, but you did throw me off a little bit. I mean, what was up with that whole dominance thing? Did I make you mad? I mean, one minute you were sitting over there with Cooper and the next you were dragging me off the dance floor.”
He sighed and wrapped his arms around her to run his hands over her belly. “Just a jealous moment. Watching you dance with Jack McDougal got on my last nerve. That thing in the barn is just me. I like to take control during sex and I can’t help that. It used to scare the hell out of Cassie but it doesn’t seem to bother you a bit.”
It was the first time he’d mentioned his wife by name since they’d hooked up and it threw her a little. “Why would it have scared her? She loved you.”
“She did.” Ransom shrugged and she felt the movement against her back. “She was a gentle soul and I was just so big and rough. To tell you the truth, I don’t think she enjoyed sex very much. Of course, I was a green-assed kid when we married so I might have gone about things wrong.”
Lynn couldn’t imagine that. Ransom was a very careful man.
“I doubt that, honey. I really do. You just need to remember that she was really young and I doubt she’d been with anyone but you.”
Ransom grew quiet and still. “It’s none of my business, but why aren’t you married by now with a couple of rug rats?”
Well now, wasn’t that a good question?
She shrugged. “Too busy, I guess. I met a guy in med school and it got serious but eventually school was just too demanding for a relationship. He was a nice guy but it didn’t pan out. Looking back, I realize that I never loved him. I guess I just assumed that it was time for me to settle down and I tried to force something that just wasn’t real.” Lynn closed her eyes and turned her face until her cheek rested over his heart. “I have dated over the years but the stress of starting a practice just consumed my time to the point that meeting a man seemed secondary.”
“What made you decide to become a doctor?”
She laughed a little. “Easy question. I guess you knew that Mom was wheelchair bound. She had such a hard time but she was always so cheerful as she struggled to make things okay in our world despite the disability. I entered med school thinking I could help others like her but somehow my interest shifted to children. I can’t explain it but I fell in love with pediatrics. I’ve always felt guilty for not sticking with my initial plan.”
“Don’t beat yourself up. Helping is helping. I’m sure your mother would be proud of you.”
“I hope so. I just had to follow my heart but then, that’s what Mom always told me to do. So I guess, in a way, I’ve followed her advice.”
“And I bet a lot of little kids and their parents are happy about that.” Ransom brushed wet hair from her cheek. “I still can’t believe you came back to Delight after all these years. I wondered about you.”
Oh boy! The thought of Ransom even remembering her was unbelievable. “I can’t imagine anyone here thought much about me at all. I was such a mess of a kid.”
“No, you weren’t. You were sweet. I mean, I didn’t really talk with you until you had that run-in with Granger but I remember thinking that you were a nice person.”
“That night is the reason I came back to Delight in the first place.”
He went still. “What about that night?”
“You’ll think it’s stupid.”
“Darlin’, nothing out of your mouth is even close to stupid. Talk to me.”
She shrugged. “I don’t know. It was one of those weird moments in a person’s life that you just can’t forget. I just wanted to face it. Maybe I was living that reunion revenge scenario where the pitiful case shows up and she’s suddenly beautiful, rich and has everyone who’d ever mistreated her feeling sorry they’d behaved that way. It was dumb but I had to do it, face it. Looking back on those years, I think I knew that fitting in wasn’t happening for me. I was shy, too caught up in my home life and classes, and Mom didn’t have a clue how to help me. Seriously, Ransom, you know how awkward I was but I’d never thought I was ugly until that night.”
“Fucking bastard.”
Lynn shook her head. “Oh it’s okay, I know I wasn’t. I’ve thought about this. I was a little plump with curves in all the wrong places and no clue how to pull myself together but I wasn’t ugly; he was just an ass.”
“That he was and still is.” Ransom swept his touch over her body and squeezed her hip. “I think you managed to rearrange those curves some. When you bumped into me at The Dillo, I almost drooled. I’m a sucker for the kind of curves you rock. I’ll tell you the truth right here and now, no woman I’ve ever seen has knocked my socks off the way you did. The way you do. You are a beautiful woman, Lynn. Inside and out. I’m just thankful you managed to put this poor old used-up cowboy out of his misery.”
Lynn turned in his arms and rested her forearms against him. Grinning, she pressed a kiss to his chin. “Used up? Not hardly.” Looking at Ransom, breathing in the scent of him and loving how the warmth of his body drew her as though it were some kind of weird magnetic current, she sank against his chest and pressed her nose against the column of his throat. His hands moved over her wet body, so absolutely delicious that she wanted to bawl like a baby from the simple knowledge that she’d be leaving him soon. Vowing to make the most of her time with him, she opened her mouth over his wet skin. “Think maybe I should prove that to you?”
His eyes went dark, drops of water clinging to the black lashes. Gripping her waist, he flipped her until she settled flush against his belly, her legs resting on either side of his hips. His cock rose up thic
k and hard between them, rubbing against her pussy and, without a pause, she moved against it. “Condoms?”
“Fuck no. Guess I’ve lost a Boy Scout badge on that one.”
“Mm, then we’ll have to improvise,” she whispered against his lips. Unable to resist, she continued to move, loving the feel of his heavy cock beneath the surface of the water. His balls nestled against her too and she knew that each motion of her body brought her closer and closer to satisfying her urge to get closer to this man. If she had to leave soon, she at least wanted to brand her memory into his mind. It would have to do.
Lynn pressed her lips to his and he immediately opened to swallow her kiss. He took charge, taking it deep, sinking his tongue into her mouth as he reached up to grip her hair, effectively holding her in place against him. Ravishing her mouth, he bucked his hips, sending his cock high and hard against her wet pussy. Her clit swelled tight, throbbing against the firm stalk and helplessly she rotated against it, her cry of need filling his mouth as sensation tore through her from belly to breasts.
“You’re killin’ me, Lynn,” he said, his voice rough with passion. “Just when I think I can’t fuck any damn more, you bring me back to the edge and I want you all over again.”
“For a man of few words, you say the best ones. Let me make you feel good.”
“I’m all yours.” He released her hair and stroked her back and the dip of her spine before filling both hands with her butt. He squeezed the flesh, pressing her closer, putting her pussy in firmer contact with his erection as he moved against her. Lynn reached between them, adding pressure from her hands to his cock as he pushed up then retreated. Her thumb swept the thick head, circling it, pressing. A raw sound burst from Ransom’s lips and she increased the pressure, wanting him as needy, as on edge, as she. Lust curled through her belly and her heartbeat sped apace with every new sensation he drew from her body.
A lifetime wouldn’t be enough with this man.
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