I think Hayley is starting to grasp that her mother couldn’t care less about what she does. Which is heartbreaking, but she’s finally allowing herself to open up to the other adults around her.
Even if her mother hates me, I truly hope I can be a positive influence for Hayley.
Marshall
I love the familiar, sweet smell of hay that fills the stables. It grounds me. I missed it when I lived in the city. It feels like home. I trace my hand over the painted wood of the stalls as I go over to Shyla to check on her. So far there’s no foal, but it should be any time now.
I hear some unsteady footsteps and look up, half expecting to find Hayley standing there since she seemed so eager about Shyla giving birth.
But it’s not Hayley. It’s her mother, and she’s looking a mess.
“Need something?” I ask her.
She walks up to me. “Just wanted to see what you were up to.” She brushes her hair out of her face, and for a second it seems almost flirtatious, but I’m pretty sure she knows better than to flirt with me.
“Aren’t you busy? We have a ton of guests coming in today. Isn’t there a lot of cleaning to be done?” I ask skeptically.
“Nope, I’ve finished!” She smiles at me.
As annoying as she is, her cleaning abilities have been impressive, I have to give her that. The rooms are spic and span. No complaints.
“Well, that’s good. I want everything running smoothly today,” I say, before turning my attention back to Shyla.
Eva just stands there. I have no idea why.
“Seriously, do you need something?”
She steps up to me. “Actually, I do.” She’s slurring a bit again.
I’m getting tired of this behavior, so I just call her out on it. “Are you drunk?”
“What? No!” she says.
But now that she’s so close to me, I can definitely detect the distinctive scent of alcohol.
“Don’t lie to me. Seriously, how can you drink like this every day?” I ask her.
She ignores the question. “What I need is… It’s a private matter,” she says at a near-whisper.
“Okay, well, nobody is around right now, so it couldn’t be more private. What?” I ask, clearly annoyed. But if she notices, she’s pretending she doesn’t.
She grabs the top of my arm and grips the muscle hard. “I want you,” she continues to whisper.
She’s trying so hard to be sexy, but I actually have to laugh out loud.
“Are you kidding me? Stop, Eva. I’ve got no interest in rekindling things. I thought that was very clear.” I pull my arm back from her, but she doesn’t seem deterred.
“I know that’s not true! You used to worship the ground I walked on! I see how you look at me.”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” I mutter. “I worshipped the ground you walked on in high school when I was young and stupid.”
It’s hard to remember how I found anything attractive about Eva. Sure, she used to be really beautiful, obviously. That’s why she was a beauty queen. But her personality is so unbearable it doesn’t seem possible to enjoy spending any time with her, and I just can’t overlook such things anymore. I’m not seventeen.
She frowns. “I know why you’re saying this. I broke your heart. I hurt you. I know I did. And I was young too. I should’ve known better. And I never should’ve cheated on you. If I knew what you were going to become…”
“Wait, what the hell does that mean?” I ask. “You mean if you knew I was going to actually be successful, you would’ve stayed with me?”
“Yes!” she says emphatically, as if she doesn’t grasp how insulting that is. “I was too dumb to see what a good man you were going to grow up to be. You’d have been such a good provider.”
I scoff. “Yeah, well, I’m sorry Eva, but I have no interest in providing for you whatsoever. Please, have some respect for yourself. Just go.”
There’s nothing she could say to tempt me. Even if I did still find her physically attractive, which I absolutely do not, Sarah is everything I need now.
Our night with her last night was beautiful. Not just sexy but actually meaningful. I never would have thought a situation like that could mean anything beyond sex, but somehow it did. I felt so connected to her.
Not that I would compare them, but if I did, Eva would come up very short. Sarah is not only beautiful, she’s smart, capable, responsible, caring, and she has a strong work ethic. She doesn’t spend her days drinking and neglecting her daughter. Eva has almost a decade on Sarah, but she has a fraction of her maturity.
“Don’t be like this,” Eva pleads. “I promise, I’ll never hurt you again. I could be a good girlfriend. A good wife!”
“A good wife?” I can’t believe she’s talking to me like this. “Eva, get ahold of yourself. I don’t want to say anything I’m going to regret, but you need to understand one thing: I will never again be interested in you in that way. I could not make that any more clear. Please leave me the hell alone now.”
“Fine!” She finally gets the picture. “You know what, I’m glad I cheated on your dumb ass. The sex was never that good, anyway.”
She stumbles away, and I chuckle to myself at the attempt to hurt me. We were teenagers who didn’t have a clue at what we were doing. Things are so different now.
I just can’t keep myself from replaying the events of last night in my head. I can’t wait to be with Sarah again. I wonder if she’s itching for more like I am.
I walk out of the stables to find that while Morgan is taking some of the guests on a trail ride, Spencer is off repairing a broken fence.
I can’t help myself thinking that it’s the perfect moment to get some alone time with Sarah. Sharing her was fabulous, but I’m not sure I can wait until everyone gets together again. I stiffen at the thought of being with her.
I walk into the main building to hunt her down. When I find her, she’s at her usual spot in the receptionist’s box, but to my surprise, she’s got Hayley with her.
“Okay, see? Now if you fold it one more time like this, you can open and close it.” Sarah’s folding a piece of paper in her hand, and Hayley is following her. Sarah is teaching her how to make one of those folding fortune tellers.
She doesn’t notice me at first. Neither of them do, so for a second I stand there from a distance.
It’s just so sweet, seeing her with Hayley. She’s so nurturing to her, so loving.
Then there’s Hayley’s real mother, too busy getting wasted to teach her daughter anything like this. She has nothing on Sarah. Sarah would be an amazing mother.
For some reason, that particular thought feels burned into my mind. That Sarah would make an amazing mother. I never gave a lot of thought into kids and settling down, but then again, I’ve never been with a woman who made me consider it. I’ve always been so involved with my work and my businesses.
It’s far too soon for me to be considering this… and yet, here I am, staring at her and fantasizing about what it might be like to have a family with her. To get her pregnant, see her start to glow with happiness and health as her belly swells with my child.
It’s a stupid thought. I’m supposed to avoid this. As lovely as this arrangement has been so far, she’s going to go away to culinary school eventually. This will end.
And it has to, right? Because though we may all be on board, we can’t settle down and have a family this way, the four of us… right?
I try not to think about it. Something catches in my heart, to think that this might not be my future. All I can imagine right now is Sarah and getting to be as close to her as I can.
I walk up to the desk and they both finally take notice.
“Is the horsey going to have her baby?” Hayley asks excitedly, referring to Shyla.
“Not yet. Not that I can see,” I tell her. “I just checked. But don’t worry, hon, I’ll be sure to come get you when it’s happening.”
Hayley smiles, then looks around. “Have you seen
my mom?”
“Actually, I have. She just visited me in the barn, but I think she went back to the bunkhouse to take a nap.”
Hayley sighs. “I think I should check on her.”
“If you want to,” I say. Poor kid, feeling like a mother to her own mom. A twelve-year-old child should not have to worry and check in on their parent. This whole dynamic is extremely unfair and makes me uneasy… but there simply isn’t much I can do about it at this point.
Hayley gets up and heads for the exit. Well, if she’s going to go, at least it frees me up to do what I came for.
I lean over the desk and grin at Sarah.
She laughs awkwardly. “What? What is it?”
“Come with me,” I tell her.
She raises an eyebrow. “Come with you where?”
“To the nearest empty room.” I extend my hand to her. “I promise you won’t regret it.”
Now she’s grinning too and under her freckles she’s getting a bit red. She stands up and takes my hand, and I lead her into one of the guest suites that I know isn’t being used this week.
Despite the fact that no guests will be in it, the room is spotless, which I’m grateful for. Thanks, Eva! I’m glad to have clean sheets to throw Sarah onto.
As soon as I’ve locked the door behind us, I lift her up and push her against the wall. She wraps her legs around me and I support her, my two hands spreading her ass cheeks. My mouth on hers, her delicate tongue touches mine, and I can barely keep control of myself. My cock is already rock hard for her. Her hips swivel and pulse in my hands as I hold her against the wall and my lips trail down the soft skin of her neck until she’s panting in my ear.
I can’t wait much longer, so I walk us both over to the bed. The entire time we’re still kissing one another, and we don’t stop until I place her on the bed and pull my body away from hers.
There’s a look on her face that I’ve only seen once before. Last night. Her eyes are shining, full of desire, there are two red spots on her cheeks and her mouth is swollen and open. She’s as ready as this for I am.
I strip off my shirt first. I love the way her eyes linger on body, staring at my abs, my arms, practically devouring me with her eyes. She takes my entire body in with a slow sigh.
As soon as I drop my pants, revealing my cock standing at full attention, she reaches for me. But she’s still clothed and I can’t wait to strip her down.
I try not to rip off her sundress, but she gets impatient and pulls it off herself, revealing her creamy skin in a lacy bra and thong.
“Fuck.” She is really perfect. “You have got to be the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.” I love the subtle curve of her ass, the wide hips, the weight of her tits… I trail my fingers along the edge of her tummy.
“You’re not too bad yourself.” She takes her hand and runs it up my arm, feeling my muscles as she goes along. She’s as mesmerized by my body as I am by hers.
Looping my finger into her lacy underwear, I slowly pull it down her thigh and expose the candy pink petals of her bare pussy.
My hand rushes to it, immediately sliding my fingers from her clit down her tight slit. She’s already soaking wet. Despite the fact we’ve only kissed, she’s already dripping and so ready for me.
And I’m ready for her.
I take my cock in one hand and press it against her entrance, moving slowly at first so that I don’t hurt her at all, but her pussy accepts me so easily. I glide right into her soaking-wet slit, almost like it’s sucking me in. I find myself moaning softly at the feeling of warm wetness, her walls pressing in on my cock.
She’s moaning too, her eyes closing as she slides her hands up and down my torso, my abs, circling around to my back, until she finally digs her nails into my ass cheeks and pulls me deeper inside her.
Her body is so perfect that all I want is to take things slowly, to savor the feeling of thrusting my cock into her tight slit again and again, but I also know we can’t spend hours fucking when there’s work to be done. We’ll have to be quick. We’ll get plenty of opportunities to take our time in the future, and I vow to take advantage of each and every one.
I feel the deep need to please her, to see her fall apart in pleasure. Quickening my pace, I thumb her swollen clit, holding myself up with the other arm as I thrust.
Then I roll her soft, delicate clit in between my fingers. She gasps and her eyes widen as I play with her. Everything she does makes me want her more to see how I can make her moan.
By the way she grips my back and digs her fingernails into me, I can tell she’s close to coming. Seeing the ecstasy on her face, I know that I won’t last much longer either. I’m holding out as long as I possibly can so that I can see her come first.
Just a moment later, I do. She gasps my name, writhing against the bed. Her entire body tenses and I feel her thighs tremble against mine. I feel my balls began to gather as the walls of her channel milk my cock for all its worth.
I roar with the feeling of coming, thrusting into her sweet pussy and filling her with my seed. Amazingly, her walls begin to convulse again and she collapses into a second orgasm. It makes me never want to leave this bed, to stay with Sarah forever.
But, of course, I can’t. I collapse next to her, both happy and satisfied.
We’re lying there in complete ecstasy when I hear Morgan calling Sarah’s name from downstairs.
We both jolt up in bed, wide-eyed, before jumping up to get dressed.
It isn’t that we’re trying to hide what we’re doing. Of course we’re doing nothing wrong, but still, it’s the very beginning of this situation and it’s a little hard to navigate. I’m afraid it’s going to be awkward to walk downstairs together.
I quickly pull on my jeans and shirt and head out first, telling Sarah to take her time getting dressed, but she’s behind me in a flash.
“Hey.” She smiles at Morgan before leaning up and planting a kiss on his lips.
She doesn’t seem to feel awkward at all, and neither does Morgan. Even more surprising, watching her kiss him after we just made love to each other doesn’t bother me either.
How does this all feel so natural?
She leans up to kiss me too, no doubt trying to make sure I don’t feel left out.
But I wouldn’t anyway. I’ve got absolutely no issues with it.
Can it really be this easy?
Sarah
You’d think after my first night with all three of them and then a quickie in the middle of the day with Marshall, I’d be too satisfied to even think of sex. After all, I have gone twenty-one years without it. How much do I need it in a twenty-four-hour period?
Apparently, a lot.
There’s a knock at my door. It’s Spencer.
“Hey babe,” he says with a grin as he shuts the door behind him.
“Hey,” I say softly back.
It’s the first time we’ve been alone since the last time we kissed, a day where I spent much of my time arguing with him because he had a bit of an attitude with me. Though, to be honest, I found the sparks flying between us a little hot.
He doesn’t have an attitude now. Not at all. He has a smile on his face that feels warm and comforting as he comes to sit next to me.
“Hey, so I just wanted to come talk and see how your day went,” he says.
This kind of surprises me. “Really?” I ask. “That’s so nice. You’re starting to sound like Morgan.”
He raises his eyebrow. “If by that you mean I sound like a guy who gives a shit about you and wants to check in, I’ll take it as a compliment.”
I tilt my head a bit as I regard him. “You know, through all of this, it feels like you’ve kind of taken a step back. I’ll be straight with you, I got the feeling that maybe… I don’t know…”
“The feeling that what?” he presses.
“That maybe this is all fun and games for you.”
He scoffs. “That I’m just in it for the sex, you mean?”
“Well
…” I’m only trying to be honest. “You do have a history.”
“Yeah, yeah.” He shakes his head. “My fucking reputation, I know. That shit will follow me everywhere.”
He looks genuinely hurt that I brought it up, which I wasn’t expecting.
“I’m sorry, I wasn’t trying to insult you. I kind of thought you’d be proud of that reputation. A man able to seduce so many women… someone who is widely seen as attractive and desirable… I didn’t think you’d mind that.”
“I do.” He looks at me seriously. “I hate my goddamn history. I hate remembering when I used to party till I blacked out. I hate thinking about all the women I pushed aside. I threw that life away many years ago, y’know. Nobody ever talks about it, even though the only time anyone catches me at the bar these days is when I’m having a beer with my cousins. But nah, I’m still that player. Spencer… the guy to be afraid of.”
My hand finds his.
“I’m not afraid of you,” I tell him.
He gives a crooked smile. “No. No, you aren’t. You never have been, have you? Not from day one. And I’m sure you were warned.”
I shrug. “Yeah, mostly by my mother. But I don’t know. I know you can be a little gruff. I know you’re a serious guy, but I always enjoyed your presence. I never worried about you. And I definitely don’t worry now.”
“Good,” he says. “‘Cause you should know, this is more than sex for me, Sarah. Not that I didn’t have an amazing time. But I swore off casual sex a long time ago. Told myself if I didn’t like a girl, leave her be. I won’t bring someone into my life that I could hurt again. I’ve been waiting for a girl who actually fucking matters to me, and… you’re that girl.”
My heart beats a little faster. I know how Marshall and Morgan feel about me--it shows all over their faces--but with Spencer, it’s been different. His playboy nature makes him hard to read. He has to tell me. And now, he has.
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