More than a Maid

by Reeni Austin

  Her body went limp against him. No man had ever called her "baby doll" before. Or maybe they had and she didn't remember. Hell, right now she didn't remember any man before Ramon Barboza, the man whose lips were planting hot kisses along the most sensitive part of her neck.

  He went on for a while longer until she unconsciously let the word, "Please," slip from her mouth in a throaty moan.

  Suddenly, Ramon stood up and pulled the bottom of her nightgown over her head in one motion.

  As soon as the garment slipped out of his hands to the floor, he pulled his T-shirt off over his head then reached into his pocket for a handful of condoms, tossing them to the bedspread. Next came his jeans, which he unzipped and immediately kicked away.

  Then he looked her body up and down, licking his lips. He turned around and plucked a condom from the bed. As he peeled the wrapper open he peered into Marcy's eyes. "I'm sorry. I've had a really long day and I just need to fuck tonight."

  Marcy nodded profusely. "That's okay. I… uh…" She stammered as her mind drew a blank. "Uh… just do what you gotta do."

  His face lit up. With a huge smile, he quickly unrolled the condom and said, "You're awesome."

  Before she could reply, he lunged forward, took her arm, and swung her around to the bed.

  "Whoa!" She said, chuckling, as she landed in a heap, her legs spread and dangling off the side, feet unable to touch the floor.

  Ramon smiled down at her, placed his hands on the comforter, lowered his body down until his lips were at her ear. She felt his tip at her entrance as he whispered, "I've been thinkin' about this all day."

  And then he slammed into her.

  She whimpered, eyes closed, head falling back. Legs wrapping around his waist.

  He repeated the motion a few times, then stopped. "Don't worry, my tongue's been thinkin' about you, too. He'll make it up to you tomorrow."

  "It's okay," she said, breathless. "He can take the night off. Just keep doing what you're—"

  Her voice broke off as he surprised her by rocking into her again.

  This time he stood, holding her knees in his arms as he penetrated her. His eyes closed and his face took on the sexiest look. So intense. His lips barely parted, he breathed in and out methodically, as though he was pacing himself. His lean, muscular body moved in one fluid motion as he entered her, filling her perfectly each time.

  Was this really her life? A week earlier, she was excited about having a paying job again. But she had no idea it would include this added physical benefit. Her second night with the gorgeous Ramon. She already hoped it would be the second of many nights.

  And hopefully she wouldn't be heartbroken by the time it was over.

  Ramon went on for a long time, his pace steady and strong. As a slow heat built deep within her belly, she watched him closely, trying to capture each moment. Trying to memorize the pleasure he gave her.

  But was he really that good? Or was she way more into him than she cared to admit, even to herself?

  He shuffled his arms under her knees, repositioning her.

  And he hit a brand new spot that made her shriek.

  "You like that?" Ramon opened his eyes, panting, a crooked grin forming on his lips.

  She let her writhing body answer his question. She squealed with each stroke as the heat that had been slowly building became a fiery climax in moments.

  Consumed by her body's reaction, she heard him coming, too, like a voice screaming in the distance. But it wasn't until she lay there recovering when she felt his body drop to the bed that she knew for sure he had finished.

  She smiled as she listened to him catch his breath. Right then it didn't matter how many other women had also heard these glorious sounds from him. Tonight he had worked that hard, for her.

  And she would have to work hard not to let herself think about those other women. After all, there were no promises between them. Just fun. She would leave in a few weeks and put him behind her. Yes, that's what must happen.

  Several minutes later, they both lay under the sheet, their heads close to each other on the same pillow.

  Marcy, said, "I'm sorry you had a bad day."

  "It wasn't bad. Just… strange."

  "You wanna talk about it?"

  Ramon's face clouded with darkness. "No." He snarled. "Victor."

  "I'm sorry."

  His eyes narrowed at her. "Did he ask you to keep tabs on me when you moved in?"

  Startled by his odd question, Marcy said, "Uh… no? Why would he? Are you doing something wrong?"

  Ramon huffed defiantly. "No. He's just so fuckin' nosy. But I got things I'd rather keep private, you know?" His eyes rolled. "He and Armando. They both act like I'm helpless." He looked at her. "Do I look helpless to you?"

  "No. Not at all."

  He nodded, then his eyes darted around the room. "You know, I never asked them to come out here and babysit me."

  Marcy said, "It's your house. You could always kick everyone out."

  "I know." He sighed, his face softening. "It's not that usually this bad. Besides, I kinda like this 'uncle' thing."

  "You and Isaac seem really close."

  "Yeah. The other day he told me I'm his best friend."

  "Aw. He's so sweet."

  "He really is. What a great kid."

  "You don't strike me as the kind of guy who'd get along well with children."

  He scowled. "Why not?"

  She shrugged. "I don't know. You spend most of your time working. With adults. Or cows."

  He chuckled. "That's true. But I like kids. They're easy to talk to, especially at Isaac's age. They tell you exactly what they're thinking. I wish adults were more like that."

  "Yeah. I know what you mean."

  He hesitated, then said, "I dated this girl a few years ago who had a boy a little bit older than Isaac. Got pretty close to him real quick. But the problem was, I liked the kid a whole lot more than I liked his mom. Dated her a lot longer than I probably should've, because of him." He cleared his throat and looked in Marcy's eyes. "I'm talkin' way too much about myself. What about you?"

  She grinned. "That's a vague question. What about me?"

  He paused, his lips pursed like he was thinking of the right thing to say. "Why are you single?"

  Marcy shrugged, then tucked a lock of her hair around her ear. "I don't know. It's not like I planned it this way." She averted his gaze, looking at the covers. "My last boyfriend asked me to marry him and I said no."

  "Really? How long ago?"

  "About a year and a half now, I guess."

  "Why'd you say no?"

  "I'm not exactly sure. He was a great guy. But I got this weird, gut feeling that we weren't right for each other." She met Ramon's stare. "And I promise, I'm not a flake. And I'm not superstitious. So when I say it was a feeling, I mean, it was a strong feeling. It's the only time I've ever felt something like that."

  "Wow. What happened? Was it a big proposal, like, in front of people? And you shot him down?"

  She exhaled, relieved, realizing about how much worse it could've been. "No, thankfully. He wanted to take me ring shopping. And I was thrilled… at first. We were on our way to the jewelry store when I told him I couldn't let him buy me one. So, technically, he didn't ask, but he was going to."

  Ramon's eyebrows rose a little. "You broke up right then?"

  "Yeah. Right then. He was angry for a while but we eventually became friends. Once in a while we meet for dinner."

  "What's his name?"

  "Andrew."

  "Andrew." Ramon nodded, repeating the name as if he was making a mental note of it. "What's he do for a living?"

  "Civil engineer. Works for a small consulting company." She smirked. "I met him when I used to clean their office. They were one of my first clients."

  "Ah. How long'd you date?"

  "A year or so, on and off." She paused. "Why are you so curious about this?"

  "I don't know. I guess you're interesting to me."
He gave her a shy smile. "And you're easy to talk to. I don't usually get along with women so well."

  She shook her head. "I doubt that. You're not nearly as abrasive as you think."

  Ramon opened his mouth for an enormous laugh that ended in a yawn. He shook his head rapidly, as if trying to wake himself up. Smiling, he said, "I must be havin' a good streak then." Then his eyes fixed on hers, and his fingers went to the back of her head.

  And instantly his warm, plump lips were against hers, his tongue slipping in between.

  She was about to put her arm around him when, still kissing, he grabbed her wrist and held it at her side, keeping her arm still.

  His tongue made her tremble as it went faster, then slower, then faster again. Thrusting, then caressing. All sounds of pleasure resonating from her throat were instantly consumed by his kiss.

  Ramon let his tongue do one last circle around hers before he moved from her lips to her chin, then her neck, pushing her onto her back as he kissed his way down to her breasts.

  She inhaled in splintered gasps. Exhaled in deep moans. His tongue left a trail of fire along her tender skin. He let go of her arm and she held his head against her chest. Her fingers weaved into his hair, pulling it uncontrollably in response to his tongue assaulting her nipple. He stayed on one until she called out his name, then moved to the other to start again.

  She soon felt his hand between her thighs, and she let out a loud squeal that brought her to reality for a moment. How loud was she? Hopefully everyone was safely downstairs, watching TV. But from now on, maybe she and Ramon needed to turn on some music to drown out the…

  "Ohhhh… God…" Marcy's thoughts were interrupted by the feel of his breath as his lips encompassed her sex, his head now between her legs.

  And her thoughts of anything outside that room were no more.

  His skilled tongue was slow at first, lapping her at an easy pace until Marcy grabbed the back of his head. As his speed increased, Marcy held his face tight against her and cried out, "Yes!"

  And then his tongue went slow again. Deliberately slow.

  Agonizing.

  She let out a whiny moan and dug her fingers against his scalp. "Come on!"

  Ramon chuckled, maintaining his gentle pace.

  Of course he's doing this on purpose, she thought.

  She slammed her palms down flat on the bedspread and through gritted teeth screamed, "Damn you!"

  Ramon drew his mouth away and his head rose up. He arched an inquisitive eyebrow at her and in a firm voice said, "You tryin' to boss me around, woman?"

  "Uh!" Her mouth fell open in an angry huff. Then she noticed his face soften just enough to show his playfulness. This was a side of him she hadn't seen yet. Was it simply because he felt more comfortable with her as the days progressed? She had no idea. And for reasons unbeknownst to her, she had to fight to keep a smile from overtaking her face.

  Marcy drew in a deep breath and looked him straight in the eye. "Are you trying to drive me crazy down there?"

  He gave her a sexy half-smile and a light shrug. "Is it workin'?"

  Before she could answer, she felt his lips press into her inner thigh in a slow kiss as he lifted her leg.

  "Ooh!" She moaned when his warm, wet lips touched the back of her knee. She had no idea she was sensitive there.

  Marcy's eyes fell closed as he continued, feeling his moist breath. Soon she was squirming unconsciously in response to the sensation building in her pelvis.

  And then she let out a squeal and opened her eyes as his fingers slid into her. Their eyes met. Ramon peered around her leg, still kissing the back of her knee, holding her leg straight up in the air with one hand. His other hand was between her thighs, fingers penetrating her in a steady, even rhythm.

  The ravenous look in his eyes made her entire body shudder. Her chest went weak as her lungs emptied, forcing her to take shallow breaths. She wanted to scream at him to take her… take her now! But she couldn't form a sound. Marcy felt as though she was Ramon's captive. Trapped in his arms, his gaze.

  Wholly entranced by a man she barely knew.

  His thumb brushed against her clit and she heard herself emit a painful squeal she didn't recognize.

  Sensing her need, he lowered her leg and spread her inner thighs wide. Then his head dropped down, and he used his swift tongue to give her release. In seconds she thrashed around on the bed, moaning and trembling through her orgasm.

  As Marcy lay there recovering, eyes closed, she felt him reposition her thighs.

  And then he was inside her again.

  She gasped.

  "Sorry," Ramon said, slowly rocking into her. "Didn't mean to surprise you. Couldn't wait."

  Marcy giggled. "It's okay." She was ready to tell him it was a pleasant surprise, but then her eyes met his.

  His expression was sweet, his lips spreading into a wide smile. His body moving faster, his thrusts deeper.

  He was not the insensitive man Cara warned her about. No, not at all. Ramon was thoughtful and warm. An amazing lover.

  Marcy stopped her thoughts before they went to, "he's everything I want in a man."

  She concentrated on the moment… the way he moved inside her… the way her body shook as his thrusts strengthened…

  The way he grunted, biting his lip as he came.

  Ramon soon collapsed beside her, his mouth open. Between breaths he whispered, "Shit, woman… wish I… wasn't so tired…" and in seconds he fell asleep.

  Marcy chuckled. If he could do that when he was exhausted, she couldn't wait to see what he could do awake.

  CHAPTER 11

  The next day, a half hour before lunchtime, Marcy found a frazzled Patty rushing around the kitchen by herself.

  "Smells good in here," Marcy said as she walked past the stove. "Are we having meatballs for dinner? You need help?"

  "Yes, I need help, but no, the meatballs are for subs I'm making for the boys." Patty wiped her hands against her apron before opening the fridge. "Tom and I have a hot date this afternoon so I gotta hurry." She winked at Marcy.

  "Okay." Marcy chuckled. "You're making lunch for all those guys? The ranch hands?"

  "Yes." Patty took a large bowl from the fridge and placed it on the counter. "They work so hard. I try to do something special for them every Friday. And since I was out of town last week, I'm doing a little extra this week to make up for it. Usually Tom and Cara are around to help me move it out there. It may take a few trips."

  Fifteen minutes later, Marcy was on her third and final trip through the long, desolate field, this time carrying a tray of cookies. Patty carried the last of the meatball subs.

  "It's way too hot for this," Marcy said, squinting at the sun blazing overhead. "I'll have to take a shower when I get back inside."

  Patty huffed. "How do you think all these boys feel? I don't know how they stay out here all day."

  "I guess they're used to it." Marcy shook her head and repositioned the tray in her arms, sniffing the pungent air that wafted toward her from the pasture. "I guess they get used to the smell too. It sure gets stronger the farther you walk out here."

  Laughing, Patty said, "Well, it is a cattle ranch. It's not usually this bad. It's just windy today."

  Now only breathing through her mouth, Marcy asked, "How in the world did you have time to make all this food?"

  "Oh, these are easy. The high volume makes it look difficult."

  Just then, a handsome, shirtless man in a cowboy hat came into view, approaching the trailer from the opposite direction. He waved and called out, "Hey Patty!"

  Patty smiled and replied, "Hey Joe!"

  As Marcy nodded through their friendly banter, she had a hard time looking away from Joe. For a moment she felt like she was cheating on Ramon. But since they had decided to keep their relationship casual, she quickly dismissed her guilt.

  Joe slipped his T-shirt on over his rippling muscles and flashed Marcy a thousand-watt smile set off by a tan and dark blue eyes.
Swiftly, he took the tray of cookies from her arms, balancing it with one hand as he extended the other. "We haven't met. I'm Joe. You must be Marcy."

  Marcy nodded, feeling a little flushed, and not from the sun this time. "Yeah. Nice to meet you. So, you work for Ramon, huh?"

  "Yeah. I'm the foreman." Joe bounded up to the trailer, opening the door for the ladies. "I hear you work for him, too. You cut his hair the other day, right?"

  Marcy walked past him into the house. "Yeah. He told you?"

  Joe shrugged. "Word gets around."

  Patty snickered and followed Marcy inside as Joe slipped out of his boots and left them outside.

  The trailer smelled of pungent air fresheners, barely masking the scent of all the sweaty men who hoofed in and out of there every day. There was one large common area filled with couches, chairs, and tables, taking up about half of the double-wide trailer's space. Ramon had already told Marcy there were a few bedrooms, but the master suite was locked and off limits to the guys.

  Patty lined up the piping-hot sandwiches on the kitchen counter and went to work mixing up a pitcher of lemonade. "How many guys we got today, Joe?"

  Joe thought for a second. "Eighteen? No, nineteen."

  Marcy's eyes widened. "Ramon told me there were only fifteen."

  Joe went to the kitchen sink to wash his hands. "There are, usually. We pull some guys over from Kernersville when we're busy."

  Three more guys came through the door right then, all of them as strapping, tanned, and rugged as Joe, but in different ways. They shyly introduced themselves as Miguel, Eli, and Rich, each of them holding Marcy's gaze long enough to make her blush.

  As they washed their hands and talked among themselves, Marcy sidled up to Patty in the corner, whispering, "Why didn't anyone tell me? They look like calendar models. It's a little overwhelming."

  Patty stifled a giggle and softly replied, "You've already got the pick of the litter, babe. Don't ruin it."

  Marcy was about to respond when Joe drifted toward them, munching a cookie.

  "You think you could give me a haircut soon?" Joe asked. "Been too busy to go to the barber shop lately."

  "Sure," Marcy answered as she peered up at his head, trying to see the dark brown hair that wasn't covered.