by C. M. Steele
“Dad, mom still blushes every time you look at her. She’s legal.”
“Not too young. And your mom blushes because she knows…”
“Hey, I don’t want to hear that shit. Besides, we were right. There’s something off. The ranch has been losing money for three years now and there’s no excessive spending. The only thing I can think of is their bookkeepers are playing with the money. Most of their staff have moved onto the ranch next to them.”
“Look into it, but stay safe. These people all carry guns and could be extremely dangerous if trapped into a corner.”
“I know. I’m not confronting anyone without witnesses standing at my side.”
“Now, tell me why you want to marry someone you just met, so quickly.”
“I’m in love. I know it. No woman ever had this effect on me. I felt like I was missing part of me when she went to work. I know it’s crazy, but I swear I want to go back to the ranch and carry her away at this moment.”
“Son, make sure it’s not just lust.”
“Dad, I’m twenty-seven. I know what lust is. This is more than I can handle. I’m telling you, a wedding will happen asap. All I can think about is having a family with her. Granted, she’s the hottest woman I’ve ever seen, but it’s more than that. I snarled at her brother for giving her a hug when all I saw was her smile.”
“Okay. I’ll tell your mom to prepare to come. What if she doesn’t want to leave Texas? Have you considered that?”
“I haven’t thought of that, but I’ll just persuade her.” My confidence was an act. There was no guarantee she wanted more than just sex, so it may take a little longer to get her to see that she’s mine.
“Good luck and get some sleep.”
“Night, Dad.” I hung up the phone and exited my truck and stepped into the hotel. The desk person waved goodnight and I headed upstairs for some sleep. It didn’t come to me for hours, but when it did, I dreamed of my lovely Maggie.
8
Maggie
I played one word in my head after he dropped me off. “Mine.” His conviction shook my bones. My parents questioned me the second I walked through the door with my dreamy eyes. There was no way I was going to tell them about my suggestion to Maxwell or that he had kissed me and if he had continued, I would have laid out in the moonlight and let him take me. I complained that I was tired, waved goodnight, and rushed to my bedroom. The door was barely closed when I pressed my back against it like it was the truck. Closing my eyes, I relived that moment over.
My body pulsed from the memory of his thick, hardened cock on my belly. The feel of it brushing the bottom of my breasts almost had me pushing them together and rubbing. I may be a virgin, but I saw more than my fair share of classmates under the bleachers after school. I always rushed away, but now I pictured myself under the steel frames as Maxwell touched me with those strong hands, caressing my hard nipples. Naturally, I parted my thighs and rubbed my hand over the seam of my shorts right over my pussy lips. A moan broke free from my lips and I freaked out that I could be heard, so I jumped in the shower, then headed to bed so tomorrow could come faster.
Maxwell stopped by the house right before I had to go to the ranch. I was hoping I would see him sooner. It was like what happened last night was gone. His facial expression was hard to read. The instant perusal of my body sent shivers of delight through me, but a look of disapproval ruled his face. I had on another outfit like yesterday. It was hot, and even though the Sanchez Ranch had central air, I was going to be cooking.
He walked past my father and stopped inches from my face. He leaned down and I thought he was going to kiss me, but instead he whispered in my ear so that only I could hear, “I’m going to drop you off today. Go change, right now or you won’t be going to work. I will take you back to the hotel and fuck my kid into you.” My face couldn’t get any redder than my father’s. He couldn’t hear us, but he read my expression and knew immediately that it wasn’t appropriate. “What’s it going to be, Maggie?” he asked loud enough for my father to hear.
“I’ll go change,” I panted.
“Good girl,” he murmured against my ear, sending my pulse through the roof. His teeth nipped at my lobe before he straightened up.
“Maybe I shouldn’t change,” I muttered mindlessly.
“Don’t test me. I need to talk to your father. Go change or I’ll help you do it.”
“No, you won’t,” my dad chimed in. “Maggie, go and change already. You know I don’t like you going over there dressed like that anyway. You got away with it yesterday, but now I have a tag team here.”
“See, babe. Now please, get moving.” He looked like he was about to swat my ass but he second thought that plan since my dad was standing right there and tucked his hand into his pants pocket.
The moment I came downstairs, I saw him with a smile on his face before he pursed his lips, admiring me still. “Hey, don’t say, anything. It’s freaking nearly a hundred degrees, I’m not putting on a sweater.”
“All I was going to say is that you’re beautiful and I’m always going to be jealous of men looking at you.” My heart jumped at the always. I knew it was a figure of speech and once he left town the long-distance relationship would fade and I’d be stuck here living with a broken heart.
I plastered a smile on my face and gave my dad a kiss on his cheek before heading out of the house. My mother was in town with my brother doing some grocery shopping, so I sent her a text. She replied back with a couple of emojis. Since she learned to text, she always sends a reply with at least three emojis. I smiled and walked to the truck. “Wait up, babe,” Maxwell said, opening the door for me. My heart was breaking already. I had a choice to make. Could I let this continue until he leaves or should I save the heartache now?
“Maxwell, I appreciate the ride and all the things you’ve done for my parents and brother.”
“Don’t. Don’t do what I think you are. I’m not going to let you get away that easily.”
“I just need today to figure things out. Please can you accept that?”
“Figure what out?”
I paused, getting frustrated with his domineering attitude. If he didn’t think I noticed the new truck at the main house or how my parents were less stressed about the house and questioning me, he was way wrong. I saw it all. A long distance relationship wasn’t going to work, and no matter what he says, not being able to see each other is going to be terrible.
“Fine, I’ll give you tonight. Billy will pick you up, but I want you to text me when you get home, just so I know you’re safe. If that fucker comes around, though, I want to know.”
“Thank you, Maxwell. Hopefully, the jackass stays away from me, but if he doesn’t I’ll call you.” The trip to the ranch seemed to be the fastest one yet. I bit back the sting of tears that were blurring my vision.
“If you start crying, I’m not going anywhere.”
“I’m fine.” He took my face in his hands and pulled my head to his, kissing the emotions out of me. How was it possible to feel this way so soon? I needed to figure out if this is love.
“See you later, babe.” He watched me walk into the main house and then he drove away.
He kept his promise to stay away. Once the place was all cleaned up, I called Billy and he came. “You know, just because he wants you doesn’t mean you have to want him back. We can always call the cops and get him for stalking.”
“It’s not that,” I answered, looking out the passenger window and nibbling on my lip. “I want him more than I should. The thought of him leaving me and pretending that we can date from two different states a thousand miles apart is too much for me.”
My brother patted my leg. “Magpie, did he tell you that’s what he wants?”
“No, we haven’t really had much time together.”
“You should ask him what he expects. If it’s dating from a far, then you can decide if you are willing or you can tell him to ‘Go home, you damn Yankee.’” I cracked a
smile. “See, you can do it,” he replied, giving my cheek a pinch. Billy always knew how to cheer me up, but this time it wasn’t something small; this was my heart at stake.
“Thanks,” I said as I hopped out of the truck. My parents were watching a movie together, so I waved goodnight and headed to my room.
I sent Maxwell a text. I’m home. Goodnight.
Goodnight, babe.
For the rest of the night, I laid in bed thinking about him, occasionally running my fingers over those words. No more texts. Somehow, I was hoping to get a couple more pings on my phone, but the night came and went without a sound.
9
Maxwell
I took my length in hand, needing some relief. For the past two nights, visions of us played in my head and I woke up stiffer than I had in my entire life. The thought of her leaving me stuck with me all night. There was no mistaking her behavior and her words. Replaying our conversation kept me up all night. It took everything in me to stay away and give her the time she asked for. I understood that I was rushing everything, but when a man knows what he wants, waiting seems like an exercise in futility.
A part of me knew she was right, but why did she have to be so damn smart for someone so young? I wasn’t going to leave here without her, especially when I felt her longing, the energy between us, and the passion that shone in her eyes as I dropped her off. This wasn’t over by a long stretch. Kidnapping her sounded like a decent second option. Even that wouldn’t work. I wanted her willingly, begging and pleading for me to love her. I already did, and one day she would hear those words from me.
Thinking of her, even when it wasn’t pleasant thoughts, kept me stiff. I thought about getting up and taking another cold shower, but my balls were hurting to come. Reaching in my boxers, I took my cock out. Tossing my head back against the pillow, I stroked up and down from base to tip while I pictured pressing my lips to her breasts, tasting her pert nipples, sucking on them until she cried for more. I teased the fuck out of her pussy, grinding my cock against it, but not entering because I wanted her worked up so much that she was soaked for me. Then I’d push my way in and claim what was mine. Moaning, I felt beads of cum coating my fingers as I roared her name.
“How did you know it was me?” I heard a shout from behind the door. I closed my eyes then popped them open. I was off the bed and in the bathroom, cleaning up in seconds.
“Give me a minute,” I called out. Damn, this hotel room needed better walls. Holy fuck, I just got caught jerking off like some crazed teen. I rinsed off, then tossed on a clean pair of pants and a plain white tee. Taking a deep breath, I opened the door.
“What’s up?” I asked nervously, holding the door just slightly ajar.
“Can I come in?” she asked, trying to look past me. She thought there was someone else in there with me.
“Sure, sorry,” I said, opening it all the way and stepping back. She walked in wearing what I thought should be illegal. I hoped to fuck she wasn’t planning on going to work like that. She shouldn’t have come here in that either, a thin dress that hugged all the right places.
“How old are you, Maggie?” I asked. I knew she was over eighteen, but I wasn’t sure how much older.
“Twenty.” Fuck, she smiled as she said it and my dick was hard against my zipper. She shouldn’t have come here the way she looked
“Is there a reason you’re not in college?” She wasn’t in school like her brother had been. Was it because college wasn’t an option or was it something she didn’t want? I needed to know because then I would decide if she was going to stay at home with our babies full time or if she had a dream for a different life. She was still going to be barefoot and pregnant, but a career outside the house was something she could have as well. Maybe a part-time one. It was wrong of me, but this woman made the caveman in me push to the forefront of my being.
She flushed with embarrassment. “Yes, I noticed something wrong with the ranch and knew my parents couldn’t afford it.”
“Do you want to go?”
“I don’t know. I want everything with my parents to work out.” She looked at the messy bed with interest. She refused to look me in the eyes, but that wasn’t good enough for me.
“I get that, but if you could go, would you?”
“I don’t know. I suppose so. I don’t have a career in mind. I always thought I’d work on the ranch.”
“Sanchez’s?”
“God, no, my parents’. But since I’m not, I’ll have to figure something out. I like to cook, so maybe I could go to some culinary school and become a chef.”
“Or you could be my personal chef.” She gasped, missing my meaning. I didn’t need a personal chef, I needed her.
“Um, I don’t know. What if you marry someone else?” Did she really miss my obsession? No one else missed it.
“Would you be upset if I did?” I asked, testing her feelings for me.
“I suppose.” Her expression belied her words. She looked like I stabbed her in the chest.
Moving to her and crowding her space, I pushed her against the door. Looking down at her with every ounce of love I had for her. “You suppose? I know I’d be fucking crushed if you wanted to marry someone else. I’d do everything I could to keep you away from the bastard.” Slipping my hand around her slender waist with my fingers grazed her flat stomach, I pressed her pussy against my cock. “I’m not good at this, considering this is the first time, but Maggie, I want to marry you.”
“Are you proposing?” she guffawed, knocking my ego down and stomping on it.
I released her waist and stood straight up to gain some sense before I tied her to the bed. “No, I guess not. What I’m saying is start thinking about what you want because I know what I want. And that’s you.”
“I want you, too, Maxwell,” she said. I wanted her naked on the bed, fucking my son into her, or at least trying until I was successful, then maybe we could see the outside world. She had no idea what she was getting into.
“I think we need to get some air and talk,” I suggested because being alone with her in my hotel room was only going to lead to one thing.
“I am kind of warm.” With those words, she grabbed the hem of her flowy, thin dress and lifted it over her head.
“Whoa, Maggie. Don’t play with me like that. You either put that back on or I’m going to fuck my baby into you.” My dick didn’t stand a chance with her. He was thick and long in my pants, leaking my pre-cum, like I didn’t just come five minutes ago.
She didn’t say a word as she reached behind her back, unsnapped her bra and let it fall to the floor. My eyes were trained on her large breasts that bounced after being held captive. A hiss escaped my lips as I tried to maintain control and not slam her against the wall. They were perfectly round with light pink tips that hardened with the cool air of the room.
“Maggie,” I growled, closing the distance quickly. I wrapped my hands into her long hair and kissed her hard. “Maggie,” I chanted her name as I bent down, peppering kisses along her pulse. She moaned softly with every kiss on her neck. I felt her shake and her bravado disappeared. Maggie wanted it but was scared. Call it intuition, but I knew it was her first time. Knowing that made me all the more determined to take her now. Feeling her tense, I took her tit in my hand, relaxing her instantly. Beads of sweat dripped down my spine as I fought coming in my jeans. She arched her back, enjoying the contact, having no idea that this was only the beginning. I bent my head and took her other breast with my lips; my hand releasing her hair, I slid it around to her damp panties. My fingers pushed the scrap of material to the side just to stroke her sweet cunt. Her breathing became erratic and heavy as I lightly stroked her lips. The cries from her mouth caused more cum to leak onto my jeans. I pulled my lips away from her breasts, but continued to tease us both with my fingers.
“Max, please. Please more,” she pleaded, arching her back, but I wanted her tongue. I pushed a finger into her heat as I kissed her hard. I slammed her back a
gainst the door, working her mouth and pussy. Her walls clenched around my finger, soaking my hand as she came for me. Capturing her cries with my kiss, I pulled back to see her perfection. Nothing was more beautiful than Maggie after she came for me.
“So beautiful. Tell me, Maggie. Did you rub your pussy for me last night?” She didn’t answer at first, but the nervous look told me she did. “Good girl,” I whispered on her lips. “Any time you miss me, slip your fingers between your thighs, stoke that clit of yours, and come for me. I have to work a lot, but you can call me while you’re lying in our bed, sprawled out for me, then tell me how you’re fucking so horny that you can’t wait until I get home. I want you to tell me every image that plays in that head of yours. Anything but another person and I’ll do it for you. I will fuck you any way you please. Fast, slow, deep, or hard, I’m at your beck and call.”
I picked her up, laid her down on the bed, then leaned over her. Looking at her magnificent breasts, I had to have more. I cupped one large globe then took her nipple into my mouth, sucking on the hardened peak and her body geared up for another climax. Her back arched and her hands clutched the sheets. “Maxwell,” she cried out, her hands sliding over my back and clawing at my shirt. I lifted up away from her just enough to take it off. I didn’t want to be away from her body for one second more than I had to. Dropping back down, I took her lips again, tasting the sweetness.
I wanted more, a lot more. I slid down her curves, sucking on her breasts tenderly before kissing lower. I could play with her tits all day, and I would, but her scent was all over my hand and in my lungs. I needed her to come on my tongue. Fuck, her pussy was covered with a scrap of cotton and I was jealous of the material. She belonged to me now. I pressed my lips to the material, eliciting a gasp. She already came on them, so this time I used my tongue, and pushed the fabric in for a quick sample.
The sounds of her passion were going to make me come. She had a voice that was soft and sweet. I wanted to hear her say my name with every sigh. I reached under the hem of her panties and slid them down her hips. As I lowered them, I placed kisses on every newly revealed piece of flesh. Her modesty made a brief appearance as her body wiggled in an attempt to stop me, but it wasn’t going to happen.