by Sable Hunter
Ten took his time answering. “I think I can stay a bit longer.” He smiled against her skin. “I have a little family business to attend to nearby.”
His answer should have pleased Molly. Instead she felt a pang of disappointment that he didn’t feel as if she were reason enough to stay. Fighting back such a selfish thought, she gave him a smile. “Can we get a wake-up call?”
“Would five-thirty be about right?” He picked up the phone.
“Yea, I think so.”
She wiggled beneath him, causing his dick to spring to life. Hitting the button for the hotel operator, he gave them the information. “Now, where were we?” He hung up the phone, refocusing all of his attention on her.
“Right about here.” She tightened around him, loving the way his still large cock filled her. Molly hadn’t realized how empty she’d been, her life as well as her body.
“Oh!” He grinned at her. “Now, I remember.” Taking each of her hands in his, he held them above her head and began to move.
Molly undulated under him, closing her eyes, luxuriating in the feel of his big body moving on top of her. “You’re very well equipped for this job.”
Tennessee smiled, then chuckled. “I’m glad I please you.”
She tugged her hands free and put them to use, running her fingers over his chest as it moved above her, reaching down to feel the intriguing place they were joined. “Just fits. When I first saw you, I was worried. You’re hung.” Ten leaned down to kiss her, stealing her thoughts. All she could process was how good it felt. “I love the way you’re touching me all over.”
“Good.” He peppered kisses all along her cheek and the swell of her breasts, feeling triumphant when chill bumps broke out beneath his lips. “I bet I can make you feel better.” He moved up a bit in the bed, causing his cock to go deeper at a little different angle, his pelvis riding high against her sex. When he began rocking against her, his every grinding stroke hit her just right. Her pussy swelled and creamed. Molly reveled in the friction.
So tight. So wet. So hot. Being inside of her was so damn good. Slamming against her, he pumped his hips, ramming back in. Over and over, faster and faster until there was no thought in his head that wasn’t her.
Cum was boiling up from his balls, his cock swelled even more, tightening at the base. He groaned as he jetted hotly into her. His climax seemed to trigger hers. Tennessee felt a powerful contraction milk his cock. Molly pushed her head back into the pillow and he couldn’t resist that creamy expanse of her throat. He touched his lips to her neck, took a bit of sweet flesh between his lips and sucked – marking her.
She kept moving her hips, wanting the feeling to last and last. “You told me I could sleep with you wrapped around me. Did you mean it?”
“I sure did. Hold on, I’ll be right back.” He rose and went to the restroom. She heard the toilet flush, then the water run. In a few seconds, he returned with a warm cloth. “You’ll sleep better if you’re not sticky.”
The small gesture warmed her heart, so she spread her legs wide and then became thoroughly enchanted as he gently cleaned her up. Once he was finished, he wiped her dry with a towel, then joined her on the bed.
As promised, he wrapped himself around her, tucking her head against his chest so that she was nestled against him from head to toe. Pulling the cover up, he kissed her on the lips. “Sleep well, Miss Molly.”
“Dream about me.” She made the same request he’d made the day before.
He whispered in her ear. “Since I met you, I’ve been dreaming of nothing else.”
CHAPTER FOUR
Driving toward the Davis Mountains, north of Alpine, Tennessee recalled what he’d read about the region. He’d never worked the Davis range, but he might someday. This, as well as the southern Chisos mountain range are considered to be a ‘sky islands’. The term confused Tennessee at first, he’d never heard it before. In his work, he needed to understand topography and geologic landscapes, so he was interested to learn that sky islands were isolated mountains surrounded by radically different lowland environments. This description was certainly true in the case of the Davis Mountains. They enjoyed a wetter, cooler environment and much of the foothills were covered in vegetation – everything from Ponderosa pines to big oaks. Nothing like the Chisos. Even the color and shape of the peaks were different, the Davis were darker brown and more monolithic, containing countless phallic formations. In the Chisos, he’d noticed several breast shaped mountains, complete with a nipple shaped summit. The most notable was Squawteat Peak. Tennessee chuckled. He had sex on the brain and one Molly Reyes was responsible for his predicament.
The ranch he was headed to was on the high road near the Davis State Park, a guest ranch that raised show stock. Dealings like this were best handled in person, Heath had taught him that. Face to face was better than a phone call or skype. As his car ate up the miles, his thoughts turned to the night before. As far as sexual experiences go, what they shared was the ultimate. And it was more than sex, much more. He liked Molly. He liked how her mind worked and how she had worked so hard against incredible odds. The only thing that worried him was her distrust of anyone who had money. He presumed it came from her absentee father, but he hoped it wouldn’t come between them.
“What are you doing, McCoy?” he asked himself. Was he falling for Molly? He knew he wanted to spend time with her. God knows, he wanted to make love to her as much and as often as she’d let him. But like she’d said, he lived half a state away, half of a damn big state. Texas wasn’t Rhode Island by any stretch of the imagination. He had a life at The Highlands. How he was going to make this work, he didn’t know. All he knew – was that he wanted to try.
When he’d taken her home this morning to change clothes, Molly had been embarrassed. She’d tried to get him to stay in the car until she was through. But he’d had none of that. Ten had escorted her in to the small, neat mobile home and waited on her clean but threadbare couch until she was ready to leave. Molly needed to understand that he didn’t measure a person’s value by the things they possessed. As he’d dropped her off with a good-bye kiss, he’d asked when he could see her again. She’d told him she had to work through lunch, but she could get off early. He’d jumped at the chance. What they would do, he didn’t know, it didn’t matter. Before the evening was over, he’d have her back in his arms. That was the most important thing.
As the day progressed Molly was never far from his thoughts.
He and the rancher shook hands on a deal for semen straws, then Ten returned to the hotel to inform Jaxson and help Heath out with his convention plans. This was the part he dreaded, Ten felt inadequate to make recommendations to the resort staff on matters such as catering and supplies. What he did enjoy was booking the excursions for the guests. Especially the riverboat rides to view nesting eagles. Who wouldn’t enjoy that? After a few hours of paperwork, he got up to walk around, stretch his legs and take a break.
That was when the phone rang.
“McCoy.”
“Tennessee, I’m glad I caught you. This is Ben Hunt. I think I have some good news for you.”
“You’re feeling better?”
“I am, but what I have to tell you is about business, not my health.”
He had Ten’s attention. “Business? What can I help you with?” A tingle of anticipation snaked down his spine. He hoped it was a good omen.
“I’ve been talking to Sam and Virgil Gage. They have more land than God and a lot of it is sitting idle other than being used for grazing. It’s not just any land, either. It’s high ground, mesas and buttes where the wind comes whistling down the plain, and as far as I’m concerned, going to waste.”
By this time, Ten was intrigued. He thought he knew where the conversation was headed, but he wasn’t sure. He could only hope. “Go ahead. I’m listening.”
“Well, they’re opening up an auction for the lease of about a hundred thousand acres for a wind farm. You can put two turbines per acre. W
ith your connections and your brother to advise you, I was wondering if you would like to be one of the ones invited to bid. I’ll be honest, Greg came to dinner the other night for that express purpose, to meet the Gages. But I believe in free enterprise and competition is what has made America great. Are you interested?”
The mention of Greg’s name made him uneasy. Even though he was guilty of nothing but ill luck, being in the presence of someone who hated your guts was never comfortable. Still – this might be just what he’d been looking for. Was he interested? “Hell, yeah.” A hundred thoughts were barreling through his brain. He’d have to access his trust, talk to Heath for advice, and make contacts for the purchase of the turbines themselves to get an idea of profit margin. “When do they need the bid?”
“The Gage brothers want to meet with you, Greg and one other individual they’re inviting to participate. They’ve invited me and Rita also. At my restaurant, say seven?”
Putting aside his concern about O’Neil, he decided to bite the bullet. “I’ll be there. Can I bring a date?” When Ben said nothing, he explained. “I’m seeing Molly.”
“Oh, sure, I think Molly’s great. I look forward to seeing you both.”
When the conversation was over Ten couldn’t resist a whoop of excitement. He could barely restrain himself from calling Molly and disturbing her work. Wondering how much longer she’d be, he sent her a text.
Ten: What time will you be free?
He didn’t have to wait but a few seconds until he received a reply.
Molly: About an hour. Anxious to see me?
Ten: Always. We’ve been invited to dinner at the Remington.
Molly: Really?
Ten: Yes. With the Hunts and the Gage brothers. They want to talk about a business deal with me. Is that okay?
Molly: Are you sure you want me there?
Ten: Of course. I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Molly: Rita won’t like it.
Ten: So?
Molly: LOL Okay. Shall I meet you at your room?
Ten: Got time for a quickie?
Molly: Not if we’re having dinner with those rich people. I need time to get pretty.
Ten: You’re beautiful now.
Molly: You’re sweet. Need glasses.
Ten: ROFL. I miss you.
Molly. Me 2. See you in a bit.
Smiling, he started to call Heath to tell him what had transpired. After thinking about it, he chose to wait until he knew more. After that, he considered doing more on the convention planning for the resort but he was too excited to concentrate. “Hell!” Instead, he took a shower and changed clothes. Laughing, he got amused at his attack of nerves. Oh well, might as well go all out. If he were going to make a good impression, he probably needed to shine his boots.
* * *
“I feel completely out of place.” Molly whispered as she ran a hand down the simple black dress she wore. She’d bought it secondhand at a little vintage shop in Marfa. Hopefully it’d pass muster. It wouldn’t be up to Rita’s standards but Molly could wear the Crown Jewels of England and she still wouldn’t be up to the West Texas debutante’s standards. Rita had a basic problem with Molly, not what she wore.
“You look perfect,” Ten assured her with his arm around her waist. The dim interior was graciously lit with hurricane lamps in the center of each linen covered table. Not every man wore a suit, western wear was still much in vogue. But the women were a different story. Some wore classic denim and diamonds and some were more classy and elegant. No female dressed down, that was for sure. “Ah, there they are.” He pointed to a table near the widows.
“I see them. Looks like the equivalent of a Captain’s table on a cruise ship,” Molly said, taking note of how many waiters and waitresses were hovering over the party of six. “I think you’re the only one who brought a date.”
“I guess I’m the only one who’s getting lucky tonight.” Ten said with confidence. Right now, he felt on top of the world.
“Optimistic, aren’t we?” Molly couldn’t help but smile. He wasn’t wrong, because she definitely intended on getting lucky herself – with Tennessee McCoy.
As they moved across the floor of the restaurant, Ten held Molly’s hand. The Gage brothers saw them first and raised a hand to get their attention. Rita turned her head and gazed at them without smiling. She didn’t look happy. Ten wasn’t dumb, he knew Rita would have liked to start something with him. Once he’d met Molly, Rita wasn’t even on his radar. Nothing personal. Tennessee just knew what he wanted, or who.
“There they are!” Ben stood up and called them over. “Join us. What will you have to drink, Molly?”
“Hello, Mr. Hunt. Everyone.” She nodded at all who sat around the table. She’d met everyone before but one of the men. “I’ll take a margarita.” Rita sneered. Molly saw it. She was probably drinking a sophisticated cocktail of some kind.
Tennessee held Molly’s chair while she was seated. The places left for them were between Ben Hunt and another man Ten didn’t recognize. “I’ll have a beer.” He held out his hand to a very thin, tall guy with a goatee. “Tennessee McCoy.”
“Lionel Daniels. Pleased to meet you.”
Molly placed her napkin in her lap. She was grateful to be sitting between Mr. Hunt and Ten. Rita’s eyes were shooting daggers at her. They seemed a bit sharper than usual. The way she was staring at Ten with those big eyes rimmed with fake lashes explained part of the attitude. So, she had competition. Tennessee’s hand rubbing her knee under the table went a long way to keep her from feeling threatened.
“This young lady helped rescue me. She and McCoy worked together like a well-oiled machine. Molly is as at home on that mountain as one of those big beautiful cats. I’m just lucky she likes to give massages. She gives my hotel some class.”
His picturesque way of speaking made Molly smile. “Just glad I could help.”
They ordered their food and once the salads were delivered, Sam Gage began to speak. “Greg, Lionel, Tennessee, my brother and I have decided to lease four twenty-five thousand acre plots of land to the highest bidder for use as a wind farm. Would you boys be interested?”
All three spoke up in the affirmative, Tennessee’s “Yes, sir,” sounding out first. The whole idea sounded good to him. When Heath had been setting up his farm in north Texas near the Oklahoma border, Ten had been fascinated when the turbine blades would be delivered. Each turbine had three blades and each blade had to be trucked in on the back of two joined eighteen wheeler tractor trailers. They were gigantic. If he was going to do this, he’d have to do it right, which meant he needed to get with Heath and pick his brain for advice ASAP.
“Great!” Virgil said. “This is going to be profitable for our area. We’ll be able to put some land to good use.” He lifted his glass. “And one of you boys is going to make a helluva lotta money.”
Molly could tell Tennessee was excited. He was talking so animatedly and enthusiastically, he could hardly eat his steak. And for a man like Ten to ignore his red meat meant something. She was thrilled to see him so happy. “Excuse me, I think I’ll go to the powder room,” she whispered. After eating, she was sure her gloss needed reapplying.
“Sure, baby, don’t be long.” He kissed her right there in front of everybody.
As she walked away from the table, her cheeks were pink. Finding the ladies’ room, she went into one of the small stalls. Too much ice tea. When she was finished, she pushed the door and to her surprise, it didn’t open. Someone was holding it shut. “Hello?”
“Listen to me, you low-class half breed.”
Molly froze, it was Rita’s voice. “Let me out, Rita. What is this about?”
“You are no proper match for Tennessee McCoy.”
Just as she figured. “I don’t think that’s any of your business. Now, if you’ll excuse me.” Suddenly the half door swung open and Molly moved out to face her rival.
She started to step around Rita, but she blocked Molly’s way.
“If you want to keep that little piss-ant job at the spa, you’d better break it off with him immediately.”
“Fire me. I’ll get another job.”
“Not in this county or anywhere close by.” Rita hissed. “There won’t be a recommendation and I’ll put the word out that you can’t be trusted.” She leaned close to Molly. “You steal things that don’t belong to you.”
Molly raised her chin and stared Rita down. “Just because you hired Ten for a job doesn’t mean you hired him to escort you around town.”
Rita’s response to those words was to draw back her arm to slap Molly. And she would’ve done it too, but the outer door opened and someone else entered. Molly calmly stepped over to the mirror and applied her lip gloss. Rita stepped into a stall and Molly made her escape before she could come out again.
Back at the table, the discussion was winding down. Greg O’Neil was standing and so was Ten. Seeing they were about to leave, she said her goodbyes to Mr. Hunt. Molly didn’t hold him responsible for his daughter’s lack of manners. Rita had shown her true colors before, this really came as no surprise.
“Good to see you, honey.” Ben hugged her neck. “You’ve got a good guy there in that McCoy boy. Hang on to him.”
Molly only answered with a smile. She stepped out into the courtyard to wait for Tennessee who was speaking to the Gage brothers.
“I have to tell you how lovely you look tonight, Molly.” Greg O’Neil joined her, moving closer with a smile. “It’s been a long time.”
“Thank-you.” Molly answered evenly, trying to be gracious. “It has been a long time.” He had frequently visited the lodge before her aunt was killed. “Do you still do a lot of hiking?”
“Not as much as I’d like.”
“I can remember how much time you spent in Santa Elena. Every spare moment you had, you and your father were hiking or rafting that canyon.”
“I never could get you to go with me.”
“No, I prefer the Chisos.” She didn’t bother to explain why she avoided Santa Elena. Most people who knew the area would remember her mother committing suicide at that very spot. The O’Neils probably hadn’t known, but it wasn’t a topic she wanted to bring up.