The Best Man

by Adriana Kraft

  “Jared, I’ve been flying. Of course I’m wearing panties.”

  “Ditch them.” His voice sank low. “If not now, at least when you get to the ranch. I don’t want you wearing anything that might impede us while you’re at the ranch.”

  She chuckled. “House rules?”

  “Ranch rules.”

  “I’ll do my best,” she said sweetly, “to follow your rules while I’m out here. After all, I am a guest. I wouldn’t want to get into trouble while away from home.”

  “You’re already in trouble for not giving me more notice.”

  “Did I catch you with your harem?”

  “Not hardly. But I would’ve spruced up the place if I’d known you were coming.”

  “So I’m already in trouble,” she teased, twirling strands of hair around her finger. “My rear is quivering with anticipation.”

  “Don’t go getting ahead of me,” he growled. “I’ll be there as soon as I can. Bye.”

  “Bye,” she whispered into the phone. She rose to her feet and headed toward the nearest restroom. She might as well ditch the panties. She grinned. Maybe she should’ve called him before she’d packed for the trip.

  Kitty glanced quickly at Jared when he brought the car to an abrupt stop on the u-shaped gravel driveway at the end of which stood a classic low slung adobe ranch house with a tiled roof. To her right were three smaller buildings and to the left was a long building she assumed was a stable.

  “What is it?” she asked, “Isn’t that your house?”

  “It is,” he growled. “I forgot the damn carpet cleaners were coming this afternoon.”

  She watched him stare across her toward one of the out buildings. She followed his line of sight to catch a glimpse of someone backing away from a curtain.

  “Son of a bitch.” He gave her a hungry look. He squeezed her bare thigh and gave her a curious smile. “You once said you wouldn’t mind finding a horse stall. I hope you still don’t, because I’m sure as hell not going to wait another four hours.”

  His mouth crushed against hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck and responded eagerly. His hand slid along her thigh until it found her damp exposed pussy. His finger met with no resistance as it drove home.

  “Oh,” she moaned into his ear rocking her pelvis. “I think…oh…I’d prefer the horse stall to this cramped seat.”

  “Sorry,” he said, pulling away from her.

  She clutched his hand and eased him out slowly. “Too bad he can’t stay.”

  “We won’t be long.”

  They both clambered out of the car and Jared grabbed her hand and dashed toward the stable. Glancing back at the car, Kitty gave up on the idea of grabbing a bag. She turned back to focus on where Jared was half leading, half dragging her, but not before she once again saw movement behind a curtain in the building nearest the house. Someone was more than a little curious about what they were up to. She didn’t care. She was so hot for Jared they could fuck in front of a full coliseum, as long as they fucked soon.

  - o -

  Jared pulled off his boots and shucked his jeans as he watched Kitty slowly lift the yellow dress over her head. Could she be even more beautiful than he remembered?

  She handed him the folded dress. “Put this somewhere safe,” she said, “I didn’t bring a replacement.”

  He put the dress aside and stepped out of his boxers. Her rounding eyes pleased him immensely. He drew her into his arms; his cock nestled against her loins and she teased his nipples by drawing hers across them. “I hope this isn’t too rustic for you,” he whispered. “We don’t have an empty stall, but this tack room should work.”

  “I love the smell of leather and saddle soap,” she said, sliding her lips along his collar bone. “So now that we’re here, what do you have in mind? We could just stand in place, I suppose.”

  Jared shook his head.

  “We could spread out several horse blankets—though I suppose they’re quite smelly.”

  “For good reason,” he said, shifting his gaze from her to the corner.

  Her gaze followed his. Her eyebrows arched high. “We can’t...”

  He caught the eager curiosity in her tone as she considered the western saddle sitting on a small dummy horse. “Uhm. The saddle has possibilities. Your feet will touch the floor.”

  “Oh my,” she murmured. “I’m getting the picture, if not the feel of it. Will it hold us?”

  “Of course it will.” Jared quickly pulled the dummy out into the center of the tack area, not giving Kitty much chance to think.

  “I’ll get on first,” he said, throwing a leg over the saddle and settling back into its cantle. He stroked his penis in case Kitty had lost track of what they were doing.

  He watched her weigh the merits of the saddle before she lifted a leg over the front of the saddle to face him. “I thought western saddles had saddle horns,” she said, sliding along the saddle and grabbing his cock with both hands.

  “Some do. Some don’t. This one doesn’t. It’ll work with or without. Now that we’re here,” he said, lifting a boob in each of his palms, “do you have any more ideas?”

  Kitty leaned over to kiss the tip of his nose and then his mustache and then his mouth, all the while squirming her crotch against his penis. If she didn’t do more for his cock damn soon, he’d have to take control.

  “Oh, this is so good,” Kitty cooed, rising off the saddle and rubbing his penis along her pussy. She arched higher on her toes and inserted the crown of his cock.

  Jared tried to breathe evenly.

  She winked at him. “Is this what you’ve been waiting for?”

  He nodded. “Haven’t you?”

  She ran her tongue along her lower lip and took more of him in. She paused, waiting. “When we dashed in here, I felt like we were acting like a couple teenagers.”

  “And now?”

  “I never had it this good when I was a teen.”

  He watched her catch her breath and lower herself a little farther down his shaft. She wobbled. He clasped her hips to steady her. She raised her arms above her head and beamed down at him. And then she raised her torso only to quickly slam down against his hips, taking his full length in deep.

  “Oh,” she groaned, rocking in the saddle slightly. “I’ve missed this guy so much. And you’re right, this is an incredible angle. You ready for your cowgirl to go for a ride?”

  He nodded. “Any time you’re ready.” He did like the fact she’d referred to herself as his cowgirl. Was that a slip? He watched her close her eyes and slowly weave her body side to side and back and forth, testing their joining.

  Jared peered up at the tiny security camera. He was sure Serena was enjoying this little tableaux nearly as much as he and Kitty were. She probably had two or three fingers buried in her pussy, ready to time her climax with theirs.

  He turned his attention back to Kitty and twisted her nipples and she immediately moaned her appreciation. Would she enjoy watching as much as Serena did?

  “Here we go,” Kitty announced. She opened her eyes and smiled down at him. She rose on the balls of her feet and settled back down, encasing his cock. “I’m not going to stop until I’ve milked you dry. So hang on.”

  He didn’t doubt her for a second. He held out his hands and she placed one of hers in each of his, bracing herself. She increased her tempo. Her breasts bobbed and her mouth twisted into a pinched smile. She had nearly all the leverage. There wasn’t much for him to do but watch and feel. He flexed his hips as much as he could and she drove faster, harder and deeper.

  Her whimpers told him what he wanted to know. This wasn’t just about him. She clamped her vaginal muscles around him. Jared threw back his head and howled.

  “Gotcha.” She laughed, not slowing a bit.

  “Oh fuck,” he groaned. His toes curled against the cement floor. His hamstrings burned, then the head of his cock blew.

  “I feel him spurting,” she squealed, reclaiming a hand to claw at he
r clit.

  His upper torso jerked forward and backward, trying to help. He fought for air. “I can’t stop coming.”

  “I want it all,” she commanded.

  He gave up watching, helping, doing anything. She’d propelled him into space. Her cries of ecstasy penetrated his haze. Her efforts slowed. She crashed to his chest and he wove his fingers through her hair. Still they rocked back and forth as if he had any more for her to claim.

  He shuddered as her hot breath soothed his nipples. She licked the perspiration from his neck. At last he cranked an eye open to see her grinning broadly.

  “Hi,” she said. She nipped at his mustache. “I’ve never aspired to be a cowgirl, but I could get used to this.”

  He pecked at the corner of her mouth and slid a hand down her backside, pleased to feel her trembling. He patted her butt. “You sit a saddle very nicely. We might want to try one with a saddle horn later.”

  “Much later,” she purred in his ear. “So now that we have this urgent need taken care of, are you going to show me your ranch? After we recover, of course.”

  “That may take a while. Are you comfortable enough?”

  “Absolutely.”

  “Welcome to the ranch,” Jared drawled, kissing her hair. “I hope you’ll like it.”

  “It certainly started off with a bang,” she chuckled. “I don’t know how it can get better than this.”

  Kitty’s breathing slowed. He let her nap. She’d certainly earned it, but he hoped it would get better for her than even this. He peered at a security camera wondering briefly what Serena made of his latest houseguest.

  - o -

  “It’s so huge,” Kitty breathed, shading her eyes from the setting sun. “You own all of this?”

  “Yes.” Jared leaned against the pickup he’d used to chauffer Kitty around his ranch. “Just about, anyway. Still, the ranch is considerably smaller than it used to be.”

  “So much space. My eyes are straining trying to find the horizon.”

  “Come on,” he said, grabbing her by the hand. “Let’s get back to the house. The carpet guys should be gone by now.”

  She climbed into the truck, letting him help her. How long had it been since a man even held a door for her? Jared Jacobs surprised her at moments like this. He could be a throwback to a more chivalrous era, and yet he was as bold and adventurous as any lover she’d ever known. He’d have his way with her, yet he’d let her take charge, too. They were a good match in that way. Neither one of them needed to be in control all the time.

  He climbed in the driver’s seat and she held on tight as the truck bounced down the dirt ruts leading back toward the buildings. This was no time for small talk. She’d be lucky if her teeth didn’t crack.

  “That was a little rough,” Jared said, pulling onto a smooth lane. “This will be better.”

  Kitty surveyed the house and outer building again as they approached. She leaned forward when she caught glimpse of a redheaded woman chasing an equally redheaded child. The woman was laughing as hard as the child.

  When they scampered back toward a porch, Kitty realized one of the outbuildings wasn’t an outbuilding at all—it was the front of another long rambling house. She was about to ask Jared if that was the woman and girl Susan had told her about when Jared waved at the woman and started to get out.

  “Climb on down,” he said, “here’s some folks I want you to meet.”

  As soon as Jared cleared the truck the little girl ran and jumped, evidently trusting Jared would indeed catch her. Which he did, and then he twirled the giggling girl around in circles before setting her carefully down on her feet.

  “Savannah,” he said to the girl, “this is a friend I want you to meet. Her name is Kitty.”

  Shyly the little girl stuck out her hand and Kitty dropped to her knees to take it. “Good to meet you, Savannah. How old are you?”

  “I’m five,” she announced, puffing out her small chest. “I have a kitty. Are you Uncle Jared’s kitty?”

  Kitty glanced up at Jared and the woman who must be the girl’s mother. Jared looked smug. The woman’s eyes sparkled like diamonds. No help was coming from either one.

  “I doubt your uncle Jared needs another kitty,” she finally answered.

  “He doesn’t have a kitty like you.”

  “That’s enough, Savannah,” her mother scolded. “Hi, I’m Serena Sampson, and this is my daughter. She can be a pest at times.”

  “No problem. I’m Kitty Paige. Pleased to meet you.”

  “Kitty is Susan’s mother,” Jared interjected. “You met Susan, I believe, when she and Brad visited Jackson out here.”

  “Of course I did. Your daughter’s beauty nearly matches your own.”

  Kitty felt a small blush creep up her cheeks. The redhead, although dressed in jeans and a pullover top, was a stunner herself, but Kitty saw no need to extend this mutual admiration moment. She glanced quickly at Jared, who appeared quite amused by something.

  “I’ve yet to show Kitty the house. I’m sure the two of you will have a chance to chat before she leaves.”

  “How long will you be visiting us?” Serena asked, giving her a half smile.

  The question caught her off guard and seemed too familiar, but maybe there was something about westerners being more friendly and open with strangers than their counterparts in the east. “I’m not sure,” she replied. “I haven’t discussed that with Jared yet. A few days, I imagine.”

  “Good.” Serena smiled easily. “We’ll want to do a cookout while you’re here, and maybe you’ll want to go into to town and do some shopping. I hope I’m not being too forward, but we don’t see many other women out here. This is pretty much a man’s place.”

  “So I’ve noticed.” So that explained Serena. Lonely for female companionship. “I’m sure I’ll want to go shopping.”

  “Get back in,” Jared said. “We’ll park up at the house.”

  “Bye,” Kitty said, waving at the girl.

  Jared stepped over and whispered something in Serena’s ear. The woman laughed and nodded. Kitty thought she heard her say, “crystal clear.”

  When Jared climbed in behind the wheel, he explained, “Serena has worked in my office,” he pointed toward the building nearest the house, “for years. Her husband manages the ranch. I couldn’t hold onto this place without them.”

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  “This place is heavenly,” Kitty sighed, rolling over onto her back on the chaise lounge. The tiny scraps of fabric covering her breasts and crotch hardly seemed necessary. For the past two days she hadn’t seen another soul come near the house. It was as if she and Jared were at their own private resort. He’d done the cooking, with her assistance. And they’d made marvelous love—on the patio, in his mammoth bedroom, and on the freshly cleaned carpets. They’d been gentle and then rough or rough and then gentle. She felt sated—well, almost.

  “I’m glad you like my home. But then you bring more than a touch of heaven to the place yourself.”

  She stared softly at him through her dark sunglasses. “You can be a romantic.”

  “Does that bother you?”

  She stretched a leg. “Not as much as it used to. I’m learning that’s simply part of who you are.”

  “That’s progress, I guess.”

  She tried not to read too much into that comment as Jared sat up and gave her another of those devastating grins of his. “Come on,” he said, “the pool has some shade. Let’s swim. Last one in…”

  She didn’t hesitate and raced him to the pool. She shrieked with laughter as they hit the water at the same instant. The pool was a huge plus. She seldom got to a pool in Chicago. The Lake was often too cold and was only available for swimming a few months a year.

  They swam a half a dozen laps and then floated side by side. This was beyond heaven. She closed her eyes and moved in and out of awareness.

  “Hey, bro.” Jared’s voice jolted her alert. “Come on in, the water’s fine.” />
  Kitty wet her lips and studied the stocky Adonis who stood at the water’s edge. His bare chest rippled with muscles and his bare feet only contributed to his sexiness. The jeans he wore had seen better days.

  She watched the man shake his head without taking his gaze from hers.

  “I’m not wearing a swim suit.”

  “So hop in with your underwear,” Jared said lightly.

  Again the man shook his head. “Ain’t wearing any.”

  “Hell, come on in anyway. The lady won’t mind.” Jared eyed her quickly. “Will you?”

  She wet her lips and shook her head in agreement.

  The Adonis didn’t need a second invitation. She watched him turn around and slide his jeans down over a tight butt. He must own a swim suit. He was tan except for a very small portion of white skin that probably did nothing to hide his assets.

  He turned around and slid quickly into the water, but not before she saw his very turgid cock. She stared at the stranger as he did three laps before rolling over to paddle in their direction.

  “Water’s fine,” he said, looking at Jared. “How come I’m the only one without a suit?”

  Jared laughed and wiggled his suit down his thighs before Kitty had a chance to think straight. His cock sprang immediately erect. Jesus. Jared knew she liked two cocks. Was this a set up?

  “You’re game, right?” Jared said, beginning to untie the knot on the right side of her bikini bottom.

  She nodded and wasn’t at all surprised to feel another set of hands working on the knot on the other side. She reached behind her and quickly dispensed with the top.

  Jared stood in front of her and slid his cock along the crevice of her pussy. The man behind her reached around and fondled her breast. His cock nestled in the crack of her ass.

  “Our Kitty loves two cocks,” Jared said, just above a whisper. “Don’t you?”

  “Yes.” She rocked back and forth between the two cocks. The buoyancy of the water made it difficult to keep them in place.

  Jared led her across the pool and climbed onto the side. He grabbed his cock and stroked it for her. She nodded and moved between his legs. She leaned over and guided him to her mouth, giving the man behind her a perfect view of either target he wanted.