by Scott Wylder
“Ever heard of Rogers Walton?”
“Well I have heard of Rogers Walton, the head of the Walton Ranch in Colorado, the man who owns one of the biggest farms in the country. He…” I paused when it hit me. “Oh my God, he’s your father?”
“I don’t really tell people. Our relationship isn’t one to talk about.”
I clasped a hand over my mouth. This was unbelievable. I had been fucking the son of a billionaire. Why didn’t Edgar tell me? I was curious to know why he hated Rogers.
“Is it something you want to talk about?”
“Not really. Just let me get to Colorado and pay my respects.”
“If you hated him so much, why are you going?”
“Because, I’ve got no choice. That man may be a monster but he’s the reason I am here in the first place.” He lowered his voice, “He’s why I met you.”
I swallowed hard and forced a smile. When I looked into Edgar’s eyes, I saw the words that I knew he didn’t want to tell me. What if I wasn’t wrong after all? What if Edgar Walton indeed loved me? I wanted to reach for him and tell him that I felt the same way. I wanted to tell him this was something I’d always dreamed of, but was too scared to explore, not after what had happened with Jones, so many years ago.
He broke the gaze and quickly said, “I’m sorry to have said that.”
“No, no, it’s okay.”
“How’s your ranch?” He changed the subject.
“It’s going well. Marcus will be home tomorrow, and I really need a break from all of this. He’s not going to stop talking about how we need to upgrade the farm, but he still won’t drop a dime.”
“Wow, sounds like Marcus is tightfisted.”
“He’s tightfisted alright. I really don’t know how to tell him there is no point being cheap.”
Suddenly, Edgar broke into a smile. I raised an eyebrow in question; waiting for him to tell me what had just crossed his mind.
“You said you needed a break from working on the ranch?”
“Yes?”
“Why don’t you come with me to Colorado?”
“What? No, no.”
Follow him to Colorado? Wow, that was one huge invitation. As much as I liked Edgar’s company and - maybe, was falling in love with him - I didn’t want to interfere in his family’s matters. Going to Colorado meant I would have a view into Edgar’s past. Part of me warned me that I might not like what I found out.
Still, another part of me wanted to jump at this offer. What was the harm in knowing more about a guy that made me feel special? This could be the beginning of our love story. Edgar wouldn’t be inviting me, if I was merely the girl who gave him sexual gratification.
“Come on, think about it. I know going to Colorado means I’ll have to deal with burial preparations, but it would be a sort of vacation for you. Get over this hectic job and come and spend time with me.”
“I really don’t know what to say, Edgar.”
He slipped his hands into mine. “I think your answer is yes. I want you with me in Colorado. I wish you could tell how much that would mean to me.”
His eyes pleaded and, somehow, I felt glad that Edgar was saying that. Oh my God! I was truly in love with this man. What had Edgar Walton done to me?
“Alright. Let me think about it. I have to discuss it with Marcus. He’s going to have to deal with the ranch alone.”
Edgar inched forward and kissed me passionately. “Thank you. Thanks for doing this.”
“So. How long are you going to be in Colorado?”
“As long as it takes to make you enjoy it. Fine, I’ve got to bury the old man, but I want you to have the best vacation ever. First off, we deal with my family. Heads up, you might not really like them.”
CHAPTER EIGHT
Sally
He was right. I didn’t like his family members, with the exception of Aunt Yelena.
She was the one who had called him to Colorado and the first person to meet us as soon as we touched down.
“Edgar! Oh my God, it’s been so long,” she exclaimed as soon as she saw us, and she pulled him into a hug.
She was a tall lanky woman with red hair that I suspected was dyed. Aunt Yelena smiled a lot and wanted to know everything about me.
“Edgar rarely brings women home. You must be special,” she said.
“I can’t really say,” was my answer.
I didn’t want to cling to that assumption. It might not be true. Edgar wanted me here on vacation and nothing more. However, Aunt Yelena might be right. Maybe I was special.
Well, it turned out Edgar’s father owned a magnificent mansion that was quite close to the Cross Mountain Ranch. Everyone knew that ranch and how vast it was. It was made up of acres of land that could be bought by individuals, who were interested in cultivating it or using it for other uses. According to Edgar, his father had bought a portion of the Cross Mountain Ranch many years ago and expanded his business on it. As I walked into the Walton Mansion, my jaw dropped in sheer amazement. I wondered what Rogers Walton had done to his son to have made him abandon the life of luxury he had known before.
“This was where I grew up and where we will be staying until this is over,” Edgar told me as he saw me glancing around the large sitting room.
A large portrait of Rogers Walton hung above the mantelpiece. I had only seen him in the newspapers and not up close like this. Edgar’s eyes were definitely like his father’s, dark and fierce, and they looked into a person as if they saw their inner thoughts. It was a picture of Rogers smiling, and so I knew where Edgar got his smile. Asides from that, there was nothing that told me he was a cruel and callous father.
“Don’t be fooled by that picture. He’s done a lot of wicked things that even he is not proud of,” said Edgar.
“Look who is back. Edgar!” A man with a cowboy hat suddenly called out, approaching us with a sneer on his face.
Apparently, he was someone Edgar did not like because he broke into a deep frown.
“Come on, at least, pretend you’re happy to see me,” The cowboy said, and then his gaze fell on me. “Who is the woman?”
“I’m Sally Potter, Edgar’s…friend,” I stuttered without any idea why.
“Charles Walton, Edgar’s uncle,” he introduced and extended a hand for a shake.
I took it and winced because his grip was so firm.
“I see you’ve brought a woman, home,” the cowboy continued.
“She’s just a friend, Charles, and why is everyone surprised about that?”
Charles smirked and moved so close to Edgar that I was scared he wanted to hurt him or something. “Don’t think that, after all these years, you’ll just walk in here and expect us to accept you.”
“I don’t want your acceptance,” Edgar was bold. “I am only here to bury my father.”
“Charles!” Aunt Yelena broke the discussion that was, obviously, about to turn into a fight. I heard Charles grumble and then he walked away without looking back at any of us.
“Don’t mind him. Take your guest to one of the rooms and we’ll come back here in the evening to talk about the burial,” said Aunt Yelena.
Edgar took me to a room that was bigger than my ranch house. I felt quite uncomfortable that I would be staying in a place that was this big, and had no history of good family relationships.
“You’ll be fine. I don’t want you to think about what Charles said. He’s an asshole.”
“Is it always going to be like this?” I wanted to know.
Edgar lowered his gaze. He wouldn’t look at me, probably because he was embarrassed.
“A lot of family members detest me. Charles is one of them, but that shouldn’t bother you. Once this is over, we’ll go back to Texas and forget about them.”
I inched forward, lifted his head, and kissed him hard. It must have surprised Edgar because he didn’t return the kiss immediately.
“I’m sorry that this is happening to you,” I murmured.
“You don’t know the half of it, Sally.”
“Then tell me. Tell me everything; why you are always sad and why you have never forgiven your father.”
Edgar shook his head. “It’s not that easy. I don’t want to talk about him.”
“That woman in the other picture, is that your mother?”
Edgar stared at me and said nothing. The pain in his eyes broke me. Yes, I remembered seeing a woman in one of the pictures in the sitting room. She was beautiful and Edgar had her face. I knew it had to be his mother, but why didn’t he want to talk about her? Was she dead too?
“I have to go now,” Edgar replied, kissing me again. “I promise you that I’ll tell you everything.”
I nodded. “Alright, I’ll wait.”
“You’re going to like Colorado. One of these days, when I don’t have to sit and talk about how we are going to bury the old man, we’ll go sightseeing.”
I smiled. “Well, I’m looking forward to that.”
Then he winked at me. “You know, my room is directly next to yours.”
I poked him in the ribs. “Oh, naughty you. What’s there to do in your room?”
He shrugged. “I don’t know, princess. We can always bring that vibrator to use.”
“Now that’s a perfect welcome gift. There is no way the thought of Charles is going to bother me after that,” I replied and we both laughed hard.
CHAPTER NINE
Edgar
I slipped my fingers between her thighs and watched her eyes widen with surprise. Her hands jerked against the straps as though she was itching to escape, but I knew better – she was a hungry lioness eager to have me all to herself.
“Yes sir, please. Don’t stop.”
“You wanna be a dirty girl?” I asked, removing my fingers from her wet pussy and slapping her butt cheeks, “You wanna show me what kind of slut you are?”
The overpowered Sally nodded, dying to have my hands back in her vagina. She rested her back on the wall, spreading her legs wider so I would see she was ready, but the straps around her ankles held her in place.
I smiled to myself and walked away from her, listening to her groan her objection. I opened one of my bedside drawers, and found the vibrator I had bought along on our trip to Colorado. I ran a tongue over it. Then I turned around to size up my sexy princess.
She was stark naked, spread-eagled in a standing position in my bedroom. Her tousled blonde hair fell down her lush breasts, covering her hardened nipples which I very much wanted to see.
When I had fingered her, feeling her get wet as the pleasure took over, that act of arousing had changed the way she looked at me. Now she was looking me with eyes that announced her impatience to fuck me. However, I had no worries about her getting her way. The straps were strong enough to make her succumb.
Today, I was still playing the Daddy and she was the naughty daddy sub I had caught masturbating. It was so great that Sally had agreed to come on this trip with me. I was sick and tired of meeting family members, and of having to wait for a funeral that took too much time to plan. There was no way I was letting Sally out of my life. She had sustained me through this infuriating experience in my family home.
“I’m going to make you squirt, until you beg me to stop,” I said, running my fingers down her breasts and pinching her nipples softly.
“Yes, Daddy,” Sally replied, letting out a sexy moan that hardened my penis and send a sensation down my spine. I slid the vibrator into her wet genitals, rubbing her clitoris as the device whined almost inaudibly.
Sally’s moaning increased, accompanied by her fighting the straps and trying hard to close her legs which she couldn’t. She began to squirt, her legs trembling as the vibration intensified.
“You want me to stop?” I asked, kissing the nape of her neck and feeling her shiver.
“No…please no,” Sally was visibly quaking, unable to stop the series of orgasms that conquered her.
I didn’t stop, but continued to stimulate her, watching her skin redden from the pleasure I was giving her.
“You like it, huh?” I whispered into her ears.
“Yesss, sir.”
“Do you want me to stop?”
“Nooo, sir.”
I pulled the vibrator from under her and proceeded to kiss her passionately. Sally let me have control of her, sighing loudly as our kisses deepened.
Then I brought out my cock, moved to her back, and inserted it into her asshole. Sally gasped, before slowly taking in my thickness. I pounded her hard while my hands caressed her breasts. It was the most perfect feeling I had ever had.
As our ecstasy heightened, I brought my lips close to her ear and said, “I love you.” I truly meant it.
The sound of my phone ringing woke me up the next morning. Sally was still in my arms. She was obviously exhausted from what we had done last night. I quietly got out of bed, slipped into my pajamas, and picked up the phone. It was Aunt Yelena.
Not wanting to wake Sally up, I left the room and walked into my father’s expansive sitting room. Everything reminded me of him and I didn’t want to dwell on that. Last night, I had whispered the words ‘I love you’ to Sally, but it had been too dark to see her reaction. Afterwards, I had just pulled her into my arms and patted her hair until she fell asleep. This was love for me and not even the ugliest memory of my father could ruin that.
“Yes, Aunt Yelena,” I said as soon as I picked up the call.
“I need you at my house, right now.”
“Why?” I didn’t miss the urgency in her voice.
“Just come over, please. There’s something we need to talk about.”
When I got to Aunt Yelena’s house, I found her in a heated argument with Charles, my uncle. When he saw me, his frown deepened and no one had to tell me he wasn’t glad to see me.
“Think about this, Yelena. Don’t make a huge mistake,” he was saying.
“I’ve thought about it, Charles. He’s the one,” Aunt Yelena replied.
After Charles had left, I asked Yelena what they had been talking about.
“Oh, don’t mind him. He thinks…” She paused, stared at me for a while before she continued, “He thinks you’re not the right person to head the ranch.”
“What? What do you mean by head the ranch?”
“I know we haven’t talked about this, but you need to know that, in his will, your father asked that you head this ranch.”
I was speechless. Why would he do that? I had spent years hating the man, because of what he did to my mother and me, but somehow, he had decided to leave this vast ranch to me. How did he expect me to head up something as big as this?
“I know you hated him, but Rogers always believed in you.”
“He ruined my life.”
“No, he didn’t. You only thought he did.”
I shook my head. “I don’t want to do this.”
“You have to, Edgar or all that your father worked for will come to nothing. Even if you’re not going to do it for him, do it for Meredith. She strived hard to make this ranch what it is today. She was the brains behind the purchase of the land. Without her, Rogers would have been nothing and nobody.”
Yet, he did those horrible things to her. How could he be so ungrateful?
“I’ll give you time to think about it,” Yelena added. “You should know that there isn’t much time. Your father had enemies and they will do anything to make this ranch theirs.”
CHAPTER TEN
Sally
It was hard to tell whether it was a dream or not, but nonetheless, I had Edgar’s hands trailing my skin, forcing a sheer delight on me that made me quiver. His lips were pressed against mine, holding me in place until I couldn’t take it anymore. It was perfect. It was heaven.
“Sally. Sally,” I heard a voice say.
When I opened my eyes, I was in a rather unfamiliar bed and stark naked.
Edgar was beside me, holding a tray.
“You’ve been asleep for a long ti
me, I thought you were dead,” he said and sat down beside me, setting the tray on the bed, so I could have a view of what was on it. It was a plate of grilled chicken and stir fry, along with a glass of orange juice and potato chips. I didn’t know if Edgar had made it, but it was so romantic to have him serving me in bed.
I sat up straight and wrapped the sheets around my body. Edgar took a fork and handed it to me. “Come on, go ahead. It’s not bad. I made it.”
“You made it?”
“You sound so surprised. I cooked for you in Texas.”
I laughed. “Not this much. If I remember clearly, you made only coffee, beans, and scrambled egg…”
“Alright, Sally. I can’t cook; you caught me. Mary made it.”
Mary was the old cook I had met yesterday. I took a bite of the stir fry and concluded that Mary was indeed a good cook! However, it felt special that Edgar was giving me such treatment. It was something he would only do for a woman who wasn’t just a sex partner. Both of us were breaking our rule. The sex wasn’t enough. We were seeking more.
“How does it taste?”
“Amazing. I wish you could cook something like this.”
Edgar chuckled once and then his expression changed. It was as if some memory had stolen his happiness.
“What’s up with you?” I asked.
Edgar sighed and folded his arms. “I spoke with Aunt Yelena this morning.”
“Okay? What happened?” I inquired further, raising the glass of juice to my lips.
“She said my father left the ranch business to me.”
I almost choked on my juice. What? Rogers had left this whole ranch business to his son? But, what did Edgar know about running something as big as this? He was a police officer, who owned a very small ranch in Texas. How would he cope, supervising the Cross Mountain Ranch, a vast area that would need undeniable expertise and intelligence?
“That’s huge,” I said. “Do you want to? Are you ready?”
“I don’t know, Sally. That man did a lot of things I don’t want to remember and now to head his ranch? I don’t want to delve into something I’ll regret later.”