by Claire Adams
I dropped a hand to her leg, running my fingers underneath that silky fabric as the kiss got more intense. As I moved up her soft, supple thigh, she opened her legs to me. I slid my fingers between her legs. I could feel the heat on the tips of my fingers as I rubbed them over the crotch of her panties.
She pulled her lips away. “Pete,” she whispered, nearly breathless, her pretty eyes so dark. But she didn’t push my hand away. She only scooted her ass forward on the seat and opened her legs a little wider. I moved her underwear aside, biting my lips to keep back a moan at how wet she was. I rubbed my fingers over her clit, and she arched her back, moaning a little. I slid my fingers into that moist heat, loving how tight she was and how her hips moved, rubbing herself against the palm of my hand.
We got to the hotel, and I paid the driver much more than I had to, not sticking around for the change. I adjusted myself, took Emma by the hand, and we rushed inside, taking the elevator up to our floor. We had rooms side by side. Lacey’s was on the same floor, too, a little ways further down the hall.
I fumbled with my key card, cursing it out when it wouldn’t work the first few times I tried. I looked up at Emma to find her dangling her panties from her index finger and grinning at me. I tried the key card again and nearly cried out with relief when it worked that time.
She walked into the dark room ahead of me, lifting her skirt so I could see the bottom of her round little ass. My cock jumped in my pants, and I couldn’t move for a moment, I was so taken with how sexy she was.
“Come get me,” she said, giggling. I ran in after her, slamming the door closed behind me.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Emma
Saturday
Pete’s hands were on me before the door to the hotel room even closed, running up the sides of my body under my dress, his fingers tracing my trembling curves. His hot mouth pressed onto mine, and I kissed him, the passion building between us, so hot it stole the breath from my lungs. I was a little tipsy from all the beer, but not so tipsy that I didn’t know what I wanted.
I unbuckled his pants as we went at it, our tongues teasing each other and his insistent hands closing over my bare ass and squeezing hard. He broke away long enough to kick his boots off and step out of his pants and boxers.
I backed away from him slowly, letting my need for him build, that itch between my legs that I wanted him to scratch as hard and as deep as he could. I unzipped my dress as he unbuttoned his shirt and peeled it off. He came closer, pulling his cotton undershirt over his head as I dropped my blue dress down my body to pool at my feet like cool water. Reaching behind my back with both hands, I unfastened my bra, letting it slide down my arms and onto the floor next to the dress.
Pete had left the curtains open to the view of downtown Austin. We were way up on the fifteenth floor, the lights from the city coming in to glow on our naked bodies. I looked him up and down, getting hotter at the sight of his smooth biceps and strong, sun-bronzed arms. I dropped my hand between my legs and pressed into that wetness, just needing to do something about the throb down there.
He bit his lip, watching me with wide, needy eyes. But he couldn’t watch for long. He took me in his arms, crushing me to his body, his hard cock pressing into my stomach, the tip already wet. He kissed me again, his tongue filling my mouth, his hands running all over my body.
“I want to try something,” he whispered, lips moving over my mouth as I sucked at them hungrily.
He walked me back to the desk next to the window. He dropped his hands to my hips and spun me around so I was facing the window. I leaned forward, planting my hands on the desk for balance. Pete slid down, his hands traveling over my body slowly. He planted a kiss on one of my ass cheeks, and I giggled. His breath was warm on my sex when he pulled my legs apart gently. I whimpered and arched my back, lifting my ass to give him better access. He wrapped his hands around my legs, holding me open to him as he leaned in, the tip of his tongue tracing my lips, sending sparks of electric heat traveling up my body.
I moaned as he ran his tongue over my clit. He closed his lips over it, sucking hard, and my body went rigid with pleasure, my fingers spreading open on the desktop as I threw my head back, unable to speak, to breathe, as his mouth kept up its work. I felt his tongue slide inside me, stroking that itch and creating more luscious heat that I could feel lighting up my face.
I’d never realized how sensitive I was until Pete flicked his tongue inside me and that heat lit up my insides. I moaned, and he went deeper, pressing so far, his nose went between my lips. I snapped my hips, moving myself over his face, crying out as the pressure inside me built. It was too much – it felt like he was trying to tear me apart.
He reached to run one finger over my clit, turning up the heat so it clenched my entire body. I breathed in, but couldn’t breathe out again. The orgasm slammed into me, blooming between my legs and spreading that tingling warmth over my entire body.
I sighed and collapsed onto my elbows on the desk, unable to hold myself up any longer. I pressed my forehead against the cool wood, just needing to catch my breath.
Pete stood up behind me, his hands moving from my legs to my hips. I felt the head of his cock pressing into my hot, needy sex. I was exhausted from the burst of pleasure still running through me, but I wanted more. I arched my back again, and he responded by tightening his hands on my hips and sliding inside me. I was so wet for him that he went all the way in, getting so deep, I cried out. I’d never had him this deep. The stab of pain gave way to instant bliss as he started a rough, even rhythm.
“Emma, you’re so fucking wet,” he moaned, and thrust hard, drawing a breathless moan from me. His skin slapping against mine, his hands pulling my hips down hard onto his cock as he worked in and out of me; it was almost too much. I’d never felt such a mix of pleasure and pain. I’d never wanted someone more in my life.
“Harder,” I groaned, even though I was sure if he went any harder, I wouldn’t be able to stay upright.
He went harder, growling low in his throat. That heat kept building at the sound of him. I slid my feet wider apart, opening myself to him a little more. He responded by pumping harder. I wailed with the surge of ecstasy I felt, my body climaxing for the second time, this orgasm much harsher, the heat between my legs coating him with dripping wetness.
He groaned again and thrust himself as deep as he could go between my legs, his hands sliding up to take hold of my breasts. His body was one clenched muscle shivering against my ass. I rubbed myself against him, getting him even deeper, and he growled, squeezing my breasts hard before letting his hands slide from body. He stumbled back a step, his softening cock sliding out of me.
I pressed my head onto the desk again, too exhausted to stand and my muscles trembling with the overload of pleasurable sensation.
“Come to bed,” Pete whispered.
But I couldn’t move.
He took me in his arms, lifting me off the ground and carrying me to the bed. He pulled down the blanket and set me gently onto the sheets. I curled into the pillow as he went around to the other side of the bed. He got in behind me, pressing his warm body against mine, both of us breathing heavily, his muscled arm holding onto me tightly.
“That was amazing,” he said, his hot breath tickling the back of my neck.
“I’ve never done it that way,” I said.
“We can do it that way whenever you like,” he replied.
I giggled at that. I thought about my empty hotel room next door and considered telling him I had to go. But I didn’t want to. I’d never stayed the night with him. I wanted to know what it was like to wake up next to him in the morning.
I closed my eyes, relishing the sound of Pete’s breathing evening out as he fell asleep and the feeling of his heartbeat against my back. Soon after, I fell asleep, too, not giving my empty hotel room another thought.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Pete
Monday
I was just finishing up
my second cup of lukewarm coffee when Emma’s car pulled off the country road and came down the driveway. I couldn’t help the grin that sprang to my lips. Nothing made me as happy as watching that girl arrive in the morning. I had to stop myself from begging her not to leave at the end of the day. After the weekend, maybe she wouldn’t have to go home every night.
She walked over to the house, a small brown bag in one hand. She lifted it as she climbed the steps up to the porch. “I brought breakfast.”
I smiled wider. “That was sweet of you.”
“I cut some biscuits last night before bed and fried an egg and some sausage this morning before I came out here.” She reached into a bag and tossed me a foil-wrapped breakfast sandwich. She only lived a few minutes up the road, so the meal was still warm. I’d never been to her place, come to think of it. Maybe we could break in her bed sometime soon.
“Thanks,” I said. I tore back the aluminum foil and dug in, moaning at how good it was. She’d melted cheese over the egg, too. I wasn’t used to someone cooking for me unless I went to the Texan.
She knelt down to where Riley was lying down. “I even brought something for old Riley.” She took a sausage patty out of the bag, wrapped in a napkin. He actually lifted his head for that. She fed it to him, laughing at how quickly he devoured it. “I think he liked it!”
I laughed, too, covering my mouth to keep from spitting out a chewed up chunk of my breakfast.
She sat in the only other chair on the porch and took out her own sandwich.
“Want some coffee?” I asked.
She shook her head. “No, I’m good.”
We sat in companionable silence for a while, each of us working on our sandwiches. It was nice. I liked that we didn’t have to talk to feel comfortable around each other. Lacey and I had that, but it was different. I’d never had it with a girl I dated. Nothing had ever felt this easy and natural.
“We had ourselves one hell of a weekend,” I said as soon as I finished. I crushed the foil in my hand, pressing it into a ball.
“We sure did,” she agreed, smiling over at me. “I haven’t had that much fun in a long time.”
“I know what you mean. That night in the hotel. Holy shit.”
She giggled prettily, and I wished I could see the exact look in her eyes at that moment. I’d gotten the chance to study them close up, exactly the way I’d wanted to when she’d first started on the farm. That close, you could see flecks of darker green close to the pupils, which explained why it felt so intense when she stared at you.
“That was probably my favorite part,” she said. “After the funnel cakes.”
I slapped my leg, laughing so hard I expected my stomach to split wide open. I’d treated her to a funnel cake at the rodeo, and you’d have thought the girl had never had one before. I swore her pupils dilated and everything. Kissing the powdered sugar from her lips had been better than the funnel cake itself. We’d had to go back for a second one, me laughing so hard I couldn’t help her finish it. Not that she’d needed my help. The girl could eat. It was another thing I liked about her. She didn’t trouble herself over calories or gaining weight.
“I love those damned things,” she said, grinning.
That got me going again, laughing harder than before so I had to lean over and curl my arms around my stomach to keep from falling out of my chair. She watched me, giggling a little herself, but mostly just shaking her head.
“You’re so damned silly, Pete Gains.”
She didn’t know the half of it, but I liked that it didn’t rub her the wrong way. That had happened a lot in the past with other girls. They found me funny at first, but it got old in a hurry.
I tilted my head back, resting it on the chair, just basking in the morning, my girl next to me, and everything feeling right with the world. I hadn’t been this happy in a long time.
It wasn’t to say I hadn’t been happy since Daddy passed, but there’d always been sadness just a few inches behind it, keeping me from really enjoying whatever was going on in my life. Now the only sadness I felt was at knowing Daddy would never get to meet Emma. Or our children. Shit. I kept doing that, jumping way ahead of myself. If I started telling Emma I loved her and couldn’t wait to start a family, raising our kids on this ranch the way I’d been raised, she’d run screaming for the hills and never look back. I knew what I wanted and had for a while now, but I needed to wait for her to get there in her own time.
“Lacey’s gonna start teaching me how to train the horses the way she does,” Emma said. “I can run them around barrels, maybe not as fast as she can, but if I can help her, I’d like to.’
“That’s great,” I said. It warmed my heart to see the two people who meant the most to me in this world getting along. “I’ve got an idea about how to spend the sunrise.”
She turned to glance at me, her dark eyebrows lifted high.
“I’ve never taken you around the property. I know you’ve ridden around with Lace, but I want to give you the grand tour.”
“Okay,” she said with a smile.
We left Riley sleeping off his breakfast on the porch and walked out to the equipment and storage barn beyond the stables. I rode the trailer out of the building and paused to let her climb up next to me. I already knew better than to offer my hand. She knew her way around a farm and didn’t need my damned help, or so Lacey’d said when I complained that Emma always looked at me sideways if I tried to help her with something around the ranch. She went off on me about feminism and how I needed to get with the times. But it wasn’t my fault Daddy raised me to be a gentleman.
We rode out to the far field where I’d been baling hay to sell in town. I pointed out the northern boundary of the property.
“Daddy bought the two farms around us when the families pulled up their stakes and left Round Rock behind. That added another hundred acres to what he already had.” I steered us around the field to an overgrown portion of grass that I sorely needed to mow today before I did anything else. “My parents used to grow a lot more than just hay. But I don’t recall Daddy growing a thing out here in all the years I was a kid. I mostly just keep it mowed. I could bring the horses out here, but the last time I did, Lacey and I had a bitch of a time getting them corralled again.”
Emma giggled, probably at the thought of Lacey blowing her top, which she did pretty regularly when I was around. Like most brothers and sisters, we could get along great or fight like cats and dogs.
We circled around back of the overgrown field, driving the long way around the western side of the house and back to the storage barn. I didn’t want the drive to end, but I could see Emma getting antsy in the seat next to me. She was snuggled in close, her shoulder and leg pressed into mine as her eyes roamed the property.
“If I don’t get those horses fed soon, they’ll be screaming,” she said. She kept doing that — reading my mind.
“What if I just kept driving and didn’t let you get off?”
She looked up at me with narrowed emerald eyes, her smile as bright as the sun rising over yonder. “You think I’ve never jumped from a moving tractor before?”
I had to laugh at that. I couldn’t quite get used to the sharp edges of her attitude. Just when I thought I had her figured out, she knocked me flat again. I loved it.
I dropped her off at the stables and because we were still alone, she gave me a soft kiss on the cheek.
“See you after work,” she said and jumped off the tractor. I watched her swinging hips as she walked to the sliding door. Once she went inside, cutting off the view, I got to work. That back field wasn’t going to mow itself, I told myself.
Emma had to leave a little early that evening to make dinner for her daddy and sister, so I stayed working until just before dark, ending the day dripping in sweat. I walked up to the house, ready for a shower and an early night. Lacey was waiting on me, her feet up on the porch railing and a cold beer in her hand. She handed me one, and I reworked my plan for the evening. Beer, sh
ower, scrounge something easy for dinner, then bed.
I sat down, screwed the top off my bottle, and clinked necks with Lacey. I took a nice long swallow before pulling off my hat and wiping the sweat from my brow with a damp handkerchief. Nothing beat the taste of a cool beer after a day of working hard out in the sun. I closed my eyes, just enjoying the taste and the breeze drying the sweat on my skin. The only thing that could make the evening better was having Emma here. But I’d take Lacey, too.
“I was pleased with the rodeo,” she said.
I opened my eyes and swung my head over to look at her. But she was looking out at the property line, her beer resting on her thigh.
“I was, too,” I said, and took another swallow of my beer. “You did great racing. How much did you bring home?”
“A thousand,” she said. “Not too shabby for a few minutes’ work.”
“No shit.” I laughed, shaking my head. “I’d take that damned near any day.”
“You could compete anytime you liked.”
We both knew there was no way in hell I could do that. Not that I hadn’t tried a few events as a kid. I just didn’t have what it took. I could ride and rope, but my patience was in pitifully short supply. It didn’t just take time to get as good as Lacey was — I had all the time in the world here on the ranch — it also took dedication and focus. I’d never been able to focus on a thing in my whole damned life. If I had to sit still or knuckle down, that thing just wasn’t for me.
I snorted at the thought of me riding and roping in the rodeo. “Nobody competes like you do, Lace. We only need one rodeo star on the farm.”
She laughed at that, shaking her blonde head. “I don’t know about star, but I’ll take that money, that’s for damned sure.” She took a swig of her beer. “I was a little surprised we sold both Max and Tucker.”