by Renee Rose
Based on what I’d heard in the shower the night before, she could get off and wasn’t shy about pleasuring herself. That was a good start. I was making it my job to get her the rest of the way.
Well and truly fucked. Mussed. Sweaty. Dripping with her need. Filthy with my cum. Screaming with pleasure. Again and again.
At dawn, I heard her get up and leave the bunkhouse to meet up with Clint. Today was the first day of hand breeding, and I knew the two of them would start early. I hadn’t dared join them, horned up as I was, and instead took a truck and went up into the hills to repair one of the washed out backroads.
She was here for work, and I wouldn’t shame or fluster her, even unintentionally, while she was doing her job. Of course, I wouldn’t shame her when she wasn’t either. Knowing now about her and sex, I’d made the right choice. Her work was work. What I shared with her would be separate from that. I would respect her in all ways, especially in this.
She was well educated, had a good job, was trusted in it. I wouldn’t fuck with that no matter how much I wanted her.
Besides all that, I had to get myself in check. I’d barely slept all night, tossing and fucking turning. Restless and frustrated. If I’d been able to shift, I’d have run and burned off the excess energy. Instead, I’d fought with myself not to smash down Charlie’s door and show her what should happen when she screamed my name. I’d hopped in the shower and rubbed one out, my cum arcing from my dick in thick ropes. It had eased my need. Briefly... because my cock stayed hard.
Knowing Charlie was just down the hall… She was all I thought about. Gorgeous. Funny. Smart. Perfect. A virgin.
How was that even possible? A woman that beautiful? But she was reserved. Some might even call her uptight. She wasn’t shy. No. She was warm and friendly when you cornered her. But she was… busy. She seemed to never stop working. Or thinking. She was probably the type who had trouble letting go. Definitely after what I’d heard of her phone call. Getting vulnerable and intimate wasn’t her thing.
Pot, meet kettle. Or kettle, meet pot—whatever the damned saying was.
I’d been horny before. I’d had the need to get laid like any guy. I just had never been obsessed with a woman until Doctor Delicious climbed out of that truck yesterday and blew my entire life to pieces.
She was attracted to me. No doubt about that. Not after I heard her come as she called out my name. Not after what she’d told her friend. I heard every fucking word. And she wanted me to punch that V-card for her.
Oh, I’d punch it. I’d punch it hard. I’d punch it so well and so long she’d never look anywhere else for a man or for sex.
I had two weeks. Two weeks until she took her pretty ass and fancy horse back to Colorado. As she’d told her friend, she’d have sex with me… and have fun doing it. I’d make sure of it. Abso-fucking-lutely.
With that goal in mind, I sauntered down the central corridor of the stable. She was in the stall with Seraphina. I heard her, the clicking of her fingers on a keyboard. She was a fucking workaholic. She was the first person to ever work on a computer in a horse stall around here. I leaned against the half door and knocked. Silly, yes, but I didn’t want to scare her.
She sat on a stool she must have found… somewhere. Her head whipped around, and her eyes widened. Her cell dropped to the hay-covered ground. “Levi.”
My name on her lips, all breathy and full of surprise, made me fucking hard. Harder.
“Hey, doll.” I opened the half door and stepped in. Slowly. I had two fillies I didn’t want to startle. I hadn’t seen her since the night before.
She stood, setting her laptop on the stool she’d just vacated. I stepped closer. She didn’t move back.
“Working?” I asked.
She nodded. “Catching up on emails, adding data to Seraphina’s charts.”
Here I’d thought being a vet for Mr. Claymore was a cush job, getting a mare to a breeder and ensuring it took. Apparently Charlie didn’t see it that way.
I looked to the beautiful horse who was eyeing me, her ears flicked back. “Everything going okay?”
I hadn’t heard otherwise from Clint, so I was just making small talk.
“So far, so good. She’ll be bred again the day after tomorrow. Did you need something?” she asked.
I gave her a small smile. “Actually, I’m here to offer you something.” I tipped my hat. “My services.”
Seraphina nickered, as if she found me amusing.
“Excuse me?” The crisp white blouse from the day before was replaced with a plaid button-up. Little pearl snaps drew my eye to the swell of her breasts. She wore a pretty plum shade of lipstick on her pillowy lips and mascara today.
That was new. Was it for me? I sure as fuck hoped it was. It was totally unnecessary, of course, but I wouldn’t mind it if she was thinking about me when she dressed this morning. I had to wonder if she’d taken this much care on the outside, what was she wearing beneath? Lavender lace would look gorgeous on her.
“Cowboy services,” I said. “I may or may not have overheard you were in need of them. Please tell me I was the cowboy down the hall you were contemplating screwing. Because if it was Johnny, I’ll have to throat-punch him.”
Her eyes widened the moment she caught on to what I was talking about. She flushed, but a choked laugh came out of her. “Oh God. You heard that, too? I’m seriously going to die.”
“Nah, nothing shameful about knowing what you want. I like when a woman is aware of what she needs.”
Her gaze darted around, as if she could see outside the stall. “At least Johnny didn’t hear. Where is he anyway? I haven’t seen him since I moved in.”
“I kicked him out of the bunkhouse,” I admitted, without a bit of remorse. “I’m the one in danger of dying, doll. I keep thinking about you in the shower last night. Now I find out you’re in need of my services.”
“Services?” The word came out just over a whisper.
I arched a brow. She glanced away.
“I’m here with an offer.”
The thrum of her pulse made my wolf want to howl. The way her chest heaved, I’d made her breathless. Eager. Nervous. Still, she covered it well, cocking a hip and raising her brows. “Wh-what offer?”
I wasn’t going to skirt around the topic. We only had so much time. Not only because she was going back to Colorado but because I was going to lose my shit if I didn’t have her. “Two weeks. That’s how long you’re here, right?”
She looked suspicious, cocking her head to the side, but nodded.
“Give me those fourteen nights to pleasure you.”
It was perfect. I had no intention of marrying a human, but this arrangement had a built in deadline. It could be short-term and casual without anyone’s heart getting broken. I’d take care of her needs, just as she’d told the person on the phone she wanted. And she’d slake this lust she’d produced in me. I’d get her out of my system before I found my true mate. If I found her. Until then, why not a little fun?
Her mouth opened and closed in surprise. “Wh-what do you mean?”
A smile tugged at my lips. “Oh, I think it’s pretty obvious, isn’t it? You need your V-card punched with a—” I cleared my throat. “—hot cowboy.”
I was dying to touch her, but I waited, still not sure if she would pull back. “I’ll punch that card for you, and I promise I’ll make it good. I’ll keep punching it every night you’re here. You know—to make up for lost time.” My mouth stretched into a fierce grin. I reached for her waist and lightly settled my hand there to see if she’d accept my touch.
She did. Her gaze locked mine, the warm brown of her irises darkened with blown pupils. For a moment she didn’t breathe.
Neither did I.
“You want to… to have sex with me.”
“Yes.”
“For two weeks.”
“Yes.”
She was getting it. “A fling.”
“A fling,” I repeated.
She
blinked, glanced between my eyes to assess my… sincerity? “Okay.”
I let out my breath. Okay?
She sounded unsure. Almost startled by her answer as if the words fell out of her mouth without thinking.
“Okay. Starting now.” I didn’t give her time to second-guess. I immediately tugged her close and slammed my lips down on hers. I backed her into one of the stall walls, ensuring we were away from Seraphina, especially her back half. The kiss might make me feel like I’d been kicked in the gut, but I didn’t really want it to happen.
Charlie gasped against my mouth, stumbling a little before I wrapped my arm tightly behind her back and pulled her lithe body up against mine even closer.
“N-now?” she squeaked when I broke the kiss. “Here?”
“Here. Now. Or anytime. Make that every time. Every time you get horny, Charlie, you skip that showerhead and come to me. Your pussy aches, I’ll fill it. Your clit’s hard, I’ll lick and suck it. I’ll take care of all your needs. That’s a promise.” I cupped her ass with one hand, squeezing and kneading. Fuck, she was soft and round, perfect in my palm.
“Um.” She was nervous. She didn’t know what to do. How could she? My oh-so-serious veterinarian had never been with anyone. Until me. And, I was guessing, was the kind of woman who was always up in her head. Had trouble letting her hair down.
“Shh.” I spun her around, so she didn’t have to worry about hiding her expression from me. I molded my hand over her mons, rubbing slowly between her legs over the seam of her jeans. “Your job is just to receive. Receive and tell me what you like. What you want more of. What feels good.” I nipped at her ear. “Can you do that for me?”
She mewled at the added pressure I put on her clit.
“Gotta hear the words, doll.”
“I… I—” Her eyes fell closed, and she sighed, as if letting go. Giving over. “Yes,” she breathed.
I unbuttoned the jeans and slid my hand inside her panties. She jerked when my fingertip brushed over her bare sex. I stroked lightly over her clit, then lower to gather her nectar. I watched her breath catch, the way her pulse thrummed at her neck.
“You want this?”
“Yes… okay.” She still sounded breathless but verified she was good to go. There was no question she was hot for it.
I was going to keep her that way.
I kissed her neck. “Did I make you ache down here?” I rubbed a slow circle around the swollen bud of her clit.
“Ehm… wow.” Her head fell against my shoulder, as if I was slowly loosening her muscles. Melting her bones. I took it as another win. Every time she let go a little more, I would count it as success. I moved my fingers lower again and slowly screwed one into her. Carefully.
“Oh… ah.” Her fingers snagged my forearm, and she held on.
She was tight. So damn tight. I’d have to make sure I really prepared her before I sank my dick between her legs because the thought of causing her any pain destroyed me. I’d have to build up to sex slowly. There was so much to show her, so many ways to get her to come before I even did. I pumped my finger a few times, then eased it out to make another trip around her clit.
“Does that feel good, Doc?” I breathed against her neck, licked her delicate skin.
“Yes.” Her immediate response sent satisfaction humming through me. I couldn’t wait for her to call my name like she had in the shower the night before. I pushed my finger inside her again, grinding the heel of my hand against her clit as I did. She brought her fingers down on top of mine, pushing me deeper.
“You want more?” Just the knowledge that no other guy had done this, that I was the first to witness her pleasure made my dick hard. Maybe it was a caveman thing, but I wanted to howl that I was claiming something so sweet.
“Yes,” she gasped.
I worked a second finger inside her, and she sobbed out a breath.
“Oh God.”
“Do me a favor, Doc,” I murmured in her ear, still working my fingers inside her and my palm against her clit. “Moan my name again when you come, like you did last night.”
She shook her head, but her breath was ragged, her pelvis undulated against my hand.
“Say it,” I encouraged.
“No,” she whimpered.
“Which cowboy are you going to ride while you’re here?”
She choked, her belly shuddering against my forearm, then gasped, “Levi!” Her muscles squeezed around my fingers as she came, her walls pulsing with her release.
“That’s right, doll,” I said, watching her come. Her eyes were closed, her mouth open, her breathing ragged. That mind of hers wasn’t thinking about anything at all but the pleasure I gave her. Fuck, yes. “I’m the guy who’s going to make you come. Every. Damn. Time.”
9
CHARLIE
Oh wow. Sex with a partner was way better than on my own. Exponentially better. So good I started giggling because the whole thing was so ridiculous. Seraphina nickered and shifted in the stall.
I wasn’t the type to let a man get his hands down my pants in a stable.
Especially not a cowboy. And yet, Levi had his hand down my pants. In a stable. With Seraphina watching.
“This is crazy,” I laughed as he slipped his hand free then slid his fingers in his mouth.
Oh my.
He kept his eyes on me as he did it, and I listened to the growl that ripped from his chest. It was one of the most carnal things I’d ever seen. My pussy clenched on nothing. The feel of his fingers lingered.
He was so skilled, and that was all he’d used. His fingers. What could he do if he got his entire body into it? And we weren’t in the stable when he did so.
He helped me zip my jeans.
“What about you?” I wondered. He hadn’t gotten off, and I could see the thick bulge of his dick pressing against his pants. That couldn’t be comfortable.
His hands stayed at my waist, but his gaze lifted to mine. “I’m not taking you for the first time in the stable. I want a bed and hours where we can figure out what makes you hot, what gets you off.”
“Oh,” I breathed.
Seraphina snuffled and brought me out of my orgasm-induced fog.
“I can’t believe we just did that in here.” I looked up at him through my lashes.
“No?”
I shook my head. “I, uh, had a strict no-fling rule. Especially people I work with.”
His forehead wrinkled. “That right?” He looked more bothered by it than he should.
To ease the sting, I shared. “It’s hard to be a woman in a man’s world. I have to ensure I’m seen as qualified for my job because of my experience and skills, and I don’t mean between the sheets. I really shouldn’t be with you here because you’re the client, but… ”
He smiled. “I’d say that since Eddison’s fucking your mare, there’s probably a gray area.”
I pursed my lips, so I didn’t laugh. He had a point. I wasn’t going after Clint who was the Wolf Ranch representative I was working with, and it was Eddison who had to prove himself more than me.
Levi’s expression softened. “I’m sorry you have to validate your abilities because you’re a woman. It’s hard enough in any job proving you’re worthy. Like me, the cowboy sheriff.” He grinned.
A prickle of warning ran through me at the word sheriff, but my body felt so good from the orgasm, I shoved it away.
My cell rang, and I startled. Levi stepped back, and I grabbed my cell from my back pocket. “Oh! It’s my grandfather. Hang on, I have to take this.” I held up a finger, wincing.
“Of course.” He nodded and angled his body away, as if to give me privacy. He turned to Seraphina and rubbed her nose.
“Hi, Pops,” I said, a pang of guilt running through me at leaving him for these two weeks. My gram had died two years ago, and he’d been getting increasingly confused. Forgetful. While I’d lived close by before, I’d moved back in with him this past year to make sure he was okay.
That situation hadn’t helped my love life, either. Yet with my parents retired and happily playing shuffleboard in Florida, Pops was my only family around.
“Charlie?” My grandfather croaked into the phone.
“Hi, yes, it’s me.”
He cleared his throat. “Well… where are you? I’ve been waiting on you for the ice cream.”
I swallowed back my anguish over his deteriorating mental state. “I’m in Montana, remember? For work. I’m breeding Seraphina. Remember that pretty horse I took you to see last week?”
“That’s right. How are things going up there?”
I glanced to Levi. “Good. Things are going good. Did Mrs. Vasquez stop by for dinner?”
“She did. Meatloaf. Mashed potatoes and gravy. I know how much you dislike gravy.”
His forgetfulness was a tricky thing. Inconsistent. “That’s right. I hate gravy.”
“Well, I’m sure you’re busy with your work. I’ve got a good book, and I want to know how it ends.”
He sounded better now, just that quick moment of confusion over ice cream. “All right, I’ll call you tomorrow. Love you, Pops.”
“Right back at you, sweetpea.”
I hung up and tucked the phone back in my pocket.
“She all set for the night?” Levi asked, tipping his head toward Seraphina, patting her flank then facing me.
I nodded and collected my things. Levi grabbed the stool, and we cleared out of her stall. He led me to the main doors, and he left the stool there then closed them behind us.
“You’re close with your grandfather, I take it.”
We walked side by side to the bunkhouse. It wasn’t dark yet, but the sun had slipped behind the mountains. Crickets chirped, and the wind blew through the grass. It was lovely. Peaceful. Or it may have been me relaxed from a man-induced orgasm.
Having Levi beside me… the guy who’d had his hands on me… in me? I liked being with him. Beside him. I liked him.
Keely was right. I should have fun. I should have Levi. Why not?
He looked at me, and I realized he was waiting for an answer to his question.