Lazy B Ranch 00 California Cowboy

by Maggie Casper

  The night air was crisp. Its freshness filled her lungs as she inhaled deeply.

  “Hey Bobbie,” a voice called from the dark, causing her to jump. “Sorry,” the voice said.

  Bobbie could barely make out the figure of a man, but she wasn’t afraid. As the man moved closer to the light, Bobbie thought she recognized him. “Rick?” she asked hesitantly, not sure if that was his name or not. She’d only met him once before, on her first day at the ranch. Rick worked for Clay and Chance and from what she’d heard so far, he was a hard-working man whom the Bodines trusted wholeheartedly.

  “Yeah, it’s me,” he answered from the bottom step. “I thought I’d come by and invite you out with a group of us who’ll be going in to town after payday for a bit of fun. You game?”

  Bobbie thought about it for a second before answering. “Sure. Why not,” she said. It sounded like fun to her.

  “I’ll pick you up about six,” Rick offered, a friendly smile on his face.

  “Thanks anyway, but I’d rather meet you all there.”

  “Sounds good. See you then,” he said, giving Bobbie a quick wave as he disappeared into the dark.

  Bobbie moved to the bench swing and she sat on its cushioned surface with a sigh. The gentle rocking motion combined with the rose-scented breeze relaxed her more than she thought possible and she drifted to sleep.

  A flutter at her cheek woke her up. It was Clay. He was standing in front of her, his fingers alternately stroking her cheek and playing with her hair. He seemed to be deep in thought. His gaze was lowered, his free hand shoved deep into his pocket. It was an eerie feeling to be so close to him, to be able to study him without his knowledge. It somehow seemed wrong.

  Bobbie moved, drawing his attention to her. “No, don’t go,” he said. His voice was low. Her heart fluttered uncontrollably. “I won’t hurt you, darlin’. I promise.”

  “I know,” she heard herself say. She wasn’t sure where the words had come from after the day she’d had, but she knew they were true.

  He gave her a crooked smile as if he’d read her mind. “You mind?” he asked motioning to the vacant spot next to her.

  She shook her head, then began to scoot over. “Uh uh, stay where you are,” he placed a large palm high on her thigh to make sure she didn’t budge. Then he lowered his six-foot frame into the spot next to her. They were so close Bobbie could feel the heat radiate off of him in waves, engulfing her in warmth. One of his fingers made tiny little circles on her thigh. She watched it, fascinated and worried at the same time. He was going to drive her crazy if he didn’t stop.

  “I’ve tried not to, sweetheart,” he whispered as his mouth moved toward hers. “I’ve done everything in my power not to want you but it’s a losing battle. One I’m no longer willing to fight.”

  The last of his sentence was breathed against her mouth just before her lips were crushed against his. His teeth nipped and nibbled, his tongue plundered and Bobbie could do nothing about it.

  She felt her body melt into his, felt the heat all the way through to her center and agonized over what to do about it. When his mouth wandered lower, grazing the uppermost swell of her breast, all thought fled her mind. She was left with nothing but an all-consuming need to feel, to experience everything he was doing to her.

  By the time he tore his mouth from her flesh, they were both panting. “Come up here,” he said, as he helped her straddle his thighs. The position was a bit awkward but Bobbie didn’t mind. She was willing to do anything to get her body closer to Clay’s.

  Clay took advantage of Bobbie’s position by lifting her shirt until the hem rested at the top of her large breasts.

  “Oh darlin’, I knew you’d be beautiful but this was more than even I imagined.” His voice was husky. It rubbed every nerve ending, making her pussy flood. Bobbie tunneled the fingers of both hands through his hair pulling him closer. She wanted his mouth on her, sucking her nipples until she screamed for him to stop. It surprised her how much she wanted something she’d never experienced before.

  “Please Clay,” she groaned when he pulled at the edge of her bra cup with his teeth.

  “Please what, baby? Tell me what you want.”

  She could feel the weight of her breasts as he unhooked the front clasp of her bra. The cool breeze caused her nipples to harden even further.

  “I want your mouth on me.” The words embarrassed her, but they also made her hot. Clay insisting she tell him what she wanted aroused her even more. The fact that Clay could so easily send her body spiraling out of control distressed Bobbie. She did all she could to push such thoughts from her mind. That was something she’d give thought to later, she promised herself.

  She bit her lip in an effort to keep her lusty moans silent. It shocked her to realize how much she wanted to cry out in ecstasy as his mouth closed over her full nipple, sucking it deep into his mouth. She wanted to chant his name and scream as her orgasm neared and then spilled over, causing her inner muscles to spasm in wave after wave of blissful release, but she didn’t dare.

  “Mmm,” he hummed against her other nipple. “Sweet, just like honey.”

  She felt his hands shift, his fingers plucked at the fastening of her jeans. It was tricky but he eventually got them undone and before she had time to prepare for the erotic assault, he was stroking her clit.

  “Oh God,” she gasped as he played her body. She could do little to control herself as her hips rocked back and forth.

  As he drew deeply from her breast again, tugging and nipping at her nipple, Bobbie climaxed. It was overwhelming in its intensity and seemed to last forever. Clay’s fingers continued to tease and torture, as did his mouth, until her body was sated and limp lying against him.

  She was dozing lightly, her body completely satisfied, when Mildred’s voice awoke her and sent her scurrying from Clay’s lap. Her cheeks flamed as she struggled to right her clothes.

  “Bobbie. You still out here?” Mildred repeated.

  “Yes, Mildred. I’m still out here,” she hollered back, praying the woman didn’t come outside.

  Bobbie tried her hardest to hide her dismay when the screen door squeaked open and Mildred stepped out onto the porch. Clay just sat there, a smug look on his face. He was obviously aroused, if the bulge at the front of his jeans was any indication, but he did nothing to cover himself.

  Bobbie watched with dread as Mildred looked from her to Clay and back. “Sorry to interrupt,” she said. “I thought you were alone. I just wanted to say good night.”

  “Thanks,” Bobbie answered, trying to keep her composure. Clay was still smiling like an idiot and for some reason it made Bobbie angry. “I was just heading that way myself,” she said, and briefly enjoyed the fact that her words wiped the smile from Clay’s lips.

  Mildred nodded to the both of them, mumbled good night and retreated into the house.

  “What in the hell is wrong with you?” Bobbie hissed. “Couldn’t you even cover yourself?” she said, waving in the general direction of his lap.

  Clay chuckled. “She knows you belong to me now just the same as if I’d said the words, so there’s no need to hide anything.”

  His words hit Bobbie like a ton of bricks. “I don’t belong to anyone,” she said backing away from him.

  “Whatever you say, baby. Go on up to your room,” he added. “We’ll talk about this tomorrow.”

  She shook her head; then couldn’t seem to stop the negative movement. “No. No we won’t,” she answered before she headed in the house. She didn’t slow down until she was safely behind her bedroom door and it was locked tight.

  Bobbie blindly removed her clothes for a shower. A cold shower, she amended. It wasn’t until she was facing the mirror that she saw it. A hickey, so dark it was almost purple, marred her pale skin just above where her neck and shoulder met. Bobbie wasn’t sure whether to scream or spit she was so mad. “The damned asshole is gonna suffer for this,” she cursed, heading for the shower.

  C
hapter Five

  Clay couldn’t get Bobbie out of his mind. Her taste, the way she’d moved against his hand, riding his fingers with wild abandon until she’d climaxed so beautifully he thought he would come without so much as a touch.

  He remembered how her luscious body had melted against him and he couldn’t forget how wonderful she had felt. That had been four days ago. Four torturously long days ago and Clay wasn’t sure how much longer he was going to be able to handle not touching or tasting her.

  The red-haired vixen was driving him insane. She hadn’t said more than ten words to him in that time and the words she had said had been yelled at the top of her lungs.

  Clay could still picture in his head the way Bobbie had looked when she’d come down the stairs, her red hair flowing wildly around her shoulder. Clay’s groin tightened at the sight of her, at the remembered taste of her nipples against his lips. It was her eyes that had intrigued him most on that bright and sunny morning, though. Flashing green and narrowed at him in anger, they were absolutely magnificent.

  “I don’t know what in the hell you thought you were doing,” she’d hollered. “I’m not some fucking cow you can brand, you know.” She pulled her hair away from her neck so he could see the hickey he’d left.

  He couldn’t help the smile that crossed his mouth. He’d taken great pleasure in marking her. He wanted everyone to know that she was taken. He might be considered old fashioned, but he figured he’d laid claim to her and the sooner everybody realized it, the better off they’d be because he wouldn’t have anyone else trying to stake a claim on what he considered his.

  “What I know is that you’d better watch your mouth, darlin’. That’s no way for a lady to be talking.”

  “Oh, go screw yourself, cowboy. I’ve never pretended to be a lady and sure as hell don’t look like one with this damned thing on my neck.” She must be pissed, Clay thought. He’d never heard her use foul language.

  “I won’t warn you again, Bobbie. If you can’t curb your tongue I’m sure I can find something for it to do.”

  The look on her face had been comical until he’d added. “I told you everyone would know you belong to me. There’s no mistaking it now so you might as well get used to it.”

  Without further words or action, Bobbie had turned and left the room and hadn’t looked his way since. Clay meant to remedy that problem today if he had to track her down and drag her back kicking and screaming. Since Bobbie was spending most of her time outside or closed up in her room in order to avoid him, Clay knew he’d have to go in search of her.

  It was almost an hour later when Clay walked into the dimly-lit interior of the stables. The pleasantly familiar scent of hay, leather and horse wafted around him, assaulting his senses.

  A horse neighed behind its stall door. It was then that Clay heard it, Bobbie’s soft, crooning voice. She’d been spending a lot of time in the barn since their confrontation. He peered into the nearest stall and immediately noticed it had been cleaned. The stall’s occupant nuzzled his hand while munching on something.

  Walking the length of the long building, Clay checked each stall only to find the same results. It was then that he knew Bobbie had meant what she’d said.

  “I intend to work for my keep.” Her words rolled around in his head. At the time, though, he’d given them little thought.

  Clay was curious to see how Bobbie interacted with the mare when she thought she was alone, so he headed to the stall Lady now called home. For a few minutes, he just stood and watched as she stroked Lady’s coat until it gleamed. She took special care with the animal, talking low, her voice soothing. She was gentle and patient as she worked every inch of Lady’s coat. Her actions made Clay jealous. He knew damned well it was crazy to be jealous of a horse.

  He couldn’t help the way he felt though, the way his body reacted as he watched her hands stroke Lady. His cock throbbed behind the button fly of his jeans in hopes of being stroked the exact same way. Shifting position helped ease the ache only slightly. He feared nothing, or no one, save Bobbie would ease the ache permanently.

  He had yet to make a sound and yet she stilled, as if she had some type of internal radar letting her know he was close by. Only this time he wasn’t going to let her use it to get away from him. This time he meant business, and she was going to at least listen until he was done saying what he had to say.

  Her head swiveled toward him, her eyes wide and wary. “What do you want, Clay?” she asked, exasperation evident in her voice.

  “We need to talk. Come on out of there,” he coaxed when she made no move to put away Lady’s grooming supplies. The woman was mule-headed enough to test a saint and there wasn’t much saintly about him.

  * * * *

  Bobbie sighed as she left Lady’s stall. She’d put up a good fight, but it was over. Her body yearned for his touch. She turned into putty in his hands, which was the reason she’d stayed away. It had been a long, rough four days and Bobbie was tired of fighting.

  The biggest battle had been the one she waged against her own body. Just the thought of him made her pussy weep. It was frustrating not knowing exactly what it was that she wanted so badly, but she couldn’t do anything to get rid of the ache deep inside of her.

  She followed, her mind whirling, her body on fire, as Clay led them from Lady’s stall to the back of the long building and into the makeshift office. It was a small room located right next to the tack room. Sparsely furnished, it held only a desk that sat in the center of the room with a chair on either side. The top of the desk was bare of personal items, but many pictures cluttered the walls. Some were of the horses, but many were of Clay and Chance as children.

  The thought of being alone with Clay in such a secluded spot sent a shiver up Bobbie’s spine. Whether from fear of the unknown, anticipation of what was to come, or a combination of them both, she wasn’t sure.

  The door closed behind her, but it was the soft click of the lock being engaged that caused her to flinch. Bobbie knew deep down inside what was going to happen and knew it was useless to stop it. She didn’t want to stop it. Her body longed to be possessed by Clay, even as her independent spirit told her to run as fast as she could. Instead, she sat in one of the empty chairs and shook her head in amazement at his cockiness.

  Clay was an arrogant ass, but a beautiful specimen of man, Bobbie thought, as she looked up at him. His thighs were strong, his hips narrow beneath the faded denim of his jeans. The wide expanse of Clay’s chest looked wonderful with his usual cotton snap-up cowboy shirt stretched taut over it. His wavy brown hair was almost always covered by a wide brimmed cowboy hat, but what Bobbie could see made her fingers itch to be buried deep within its thick strands.

  He knelt directly in front of her and without a word, took her face in his hands and kissed her deeply. No prelude, no warm up. Just like that, and Bobbie was on fire for him.

  His tongue traced her lips. Warm and wet, his mouth felt like heaven. She couldn’t help the moan that escaped when his hand found her breast. He stroked and pleasured her, pulling her closer to the edge until she was writhing beneath his touch, pleading for more. When her breathing became labored and her skin shimmered with perspiration, he lifted her to her feet.

  “Time to get out of these, baby,” he said as he unfastened her pants. The feel of his work-roughened fingers against the skin of her abdomen sent a thrill of delight through her, causing her pussy to dampen her panties.

  After slowly unbuttoning her pants, he lowered her zipper inch by agonizing inch, revealing the pale flesh of her abdomen. He toyed with the waistband of her lacy panties before slipping his hand beneath, allowing his fingers to glide through the tight curls covering her aching center before sliding her panties over her hips, letting them drop to the floor. He was keeping her off guard, on edge, and it was driving her crazy in the best possible way.

  “I want these completely bare.” He lifted her shirt over her head, leaving it to bind her arms briefly. The breath who
oshed out of her lungs at the thought of being fucked by Clay while bound. He must have recognized the origin of her excitement.

  “Like that, do you?” he asked, his voice a low murmur.

  Bobbie couldn’t answer. Her cheeks flamed at the thought of telling him exactly what had been going through her mind.

  “Answer me, Bobbie.” His voice was still low but edged with steel. He was in command and wanted her to know it.

  “No,” she lied, too embarrassed to admit how much the thought of being tied down while he repeatedly buried himself in her slick pussy excited her. She should be horrified, not aroused.

  Clay removed her bra completely, baring her to his gaze. He lowered his head and took an elongated nipple into his mouth and sucked it deep and hard. Her body tensed at the new sensation. It was almost too close to pain for her comfort, but God it felt wonderful, as the pleasure flowed straight from her taut nipple to her engorged clit. The pleasure was so intense, Bobbie almost came as a result.

  “Tell me,” he insisted.

  “What?” she couldn’t remember what the question had been, her body was on fire.

  “Tell me you want me to bind you, Bobbie. Tell me exactly how you want me to fuck that sweet pussy of yours.”

  “I ... I can’t,” she stuttered. She just wanted him to fuck her already and yet, at the back of her mind, a niggling thought tried to break through her muzzy head. There was something she had meant to tell him but she couldn’t concentrate when he was touching her. The thought was completely forgotten with his next words.

  “Maybe not this time darlin’, but next time, you’ll tell me what I want to hear.”