Dirty Erotica Sex Stories

by Jenny Ramshard

  Pulling up to the ranch, Sadie slowed her mount and tied him to the nearest post. Giving his neck an affectionate rub, she grabbed her medical bag and headed up to the porch. Before she could knock on the door, a short, stocky, Mexican opened it. “Hello. I’m looking for Mr. Jackson?”

  “Si,” the man smiled. “He is right this way.”

  “Thank you.”

  “Are you the foreman for this ranch?”

  “Si,” the man smiled again. Sadie did a quick sweep of the beautifully decorated foyer. Its huge oak wood beams glistened and spoke of the craftsmanship that went into building the large main house. Apparently Mr. Jackson had invested considerably in this home. Either that or the person he bought it from had done so.

  Sitting on a sofa with his caramel colored hair spilling through his fingers sat Mr. Reece Jackson. His black, long-sleeved shirt pulled at the seams and stretched tight over a broad back and well-sculpted biceps. Next to him on the couch sat his white Stetson hat and a calico colored cat. A beautiful Eurasier with his own caramel colored coat lay at the man’s feet.

  ***

  Reece had heard the call go out for the doctor. No matter that he’d said not to call her. He’d thought seriously about firing Ignacio, but didn’t have the heart. The man had worked for him for the last seven years after all. Even if he was just relying on the man’s loyalty it’d be enough to secure his job.

  “Mr. Jackson?” came the woman’s smooth voice. Reece was no stranger to Sadie Hamilton’s charms. She didn’t flaunt them outright, but the woman had them in spades. Everything about her was made to lure, even if she wasn’t trying. The trouble with women like Sadie was that a man couldn’t tell when they were trying and when they weren’t. Of course it didn’t matter to him much, not with Sarah so recently departed from his life. Even if it’d been his choice, her decision to leave still would have burned a bit. The fact that she’d spread vicious rumors around town about him wasn’t helping the issue either. She called his name again and Reece sighed.

  Looking up into stormy gray eyes, Reece wondered if they matched her attitude, or if the attitude made her eyes change on at her whim. “I understand you’ve been having chest pains. Would you mind if I gave you a checkup and asked some questions about what caused your pains to start?”

  “I won’t hear the end of it until you do so I might as well give my consent.”

  She didn’t flinch at his gruff answer, something Reece had come to expect of the fairer sex. The only women he ever came into contact with were always primping, always worried about their hair or how their face looked. From the look of Sadie Hamilton today, and most days come to think of it, she couldn’t have given a rat’s ass what anyone thought.

  “You’ve been out riding,” Reece said when she stepped close enough for him to smell her. The mixture of horse and woman was about as exotic and intoxicating as smells came. The horse he was used to, the woman, well, she didn’t smell much like the women he was used to. Perhaps that’s why he found himself grinning like a loon. “I heard Ignacio, my foreman, mention your Appaloosa. He says it’s a beautiful animal.”

  “Mist belonged to Doctor Watson. I bought him as part of my practice when I took over his duties in the town. No, back to you. Ignacio says that your chest pains started while you were feeding the livestock?”

  “I was lifting the bags of feed down from the loft. The first pang was quick and sharp, but eventually subsided. It was when they didn’t go away that I knew something was different, off.”

  Sadie finished his vitals, wrote them down for his chart, and smiled. “The good news is that it’s not a heart attack. You, Mr. Jackson, have a severe case of acid reflux. I’m going to prescribe a daily acid reducer and recommend you look into changing your diet a little. Even just tweaking it a little can help considerably. A shot of milk can also help if the acid causes heart burn.”

  “Are you laughing?” Reece ground out as the pain radiated along his ribs.

  “No,” Sadie chuckled. “I’m sorry. I’m usually more controlled than this. It’s just…you look so pitiful and your men were so worried. I’m actually glad you have someone out here that cares enough to disobey you.”

  “Yeah well, I’m thinking about giving him away.”

  “Keep him, he’s worth it.”

  ***

  Sadie wrote out the prescription and handed it to Reece who was now standing and walking around slowly. Some color had returned to his cheeks, although Sadie couldn’t tell if it was because he felt better or because he was embarrassed.

  “One a day in the morning preferably. You should be right as rain.”

  “How much do I owe you, doc?” he asked. She’d seen some hunky men in her time, but none quite as handsome as Reece Jackson. That boyish smile, when added to his gorgeous hair and shockingly blue eyes was enough to have any woman swooning. She wasn’t immune to his obvious good looks just because of her profession.

  “I’ll send you a bill once I get back to my office,” Sadie smiled. “I’ll also expect you in for a complete checkup within the week. I’ll give you time to get that antacid in you first and see how it works for you. If it doesn’t let me know and we’ll find one that does.”

  “Thank you,” he smiled. Sadie accepted his outstretched hand and smiled when he shook it. “Do you mind if I walk you out and get a look at your horse?”

  “Not at all,” she agreed. He let her proceed him out and was pleasantly surprised that someone had brought Mist right up to the porch for her.

  “I water him, ma’am,” Ignacio said, his accent thick and beautiful.

  “Gracias,” she returned. She watched the foreman tip his hat and say something in Spanish to Reece. She waited for Reece to respond and then turned to step into the saddle. It was when those big hands slipped around her waist that Sadie went deadly still.

  “I won’t bite, Miss Hamilton,” he chuckled. The sound rumbled in his chest before it escaped so that the sound traveled down her spine and made her ache to be closer to him. “It just seemed like Mist might be a bit tall for you to mount without a step or helping hand.”

  “I do alright,” Sadie lied. Truth be told she hadn’t been able to mount him without that step. Not until today. When she was finally sitting straight in the saddle she look down at him. “Thanks.”

  “No problem. Say, if you’re out this way this coming weekend, stop by. We’re having a harvest picking, usually the whole town comes out.”

  “I’ve heard about it,” Sadie smiled. “I’ll see if I can’t free up a couple hours to stop by.”

  “Terrific,” Sadie watched Reece run a hand down Mist’s neck and give him a pat before stepping back. “I look forward to seeing you.”

  “Have a good day Mr. Jackson.”

  “You as well, Miss, er, Doctor Hamilton.”

  “Please, call me Sadie.”

  “Sadie it is.” She liked the way her name rolled off his tongue, that slight Southern drawl that stuck to his language. It was beyond sexy and Sadie so needed a love life. One that consisted of more than dinners for one and alone time with her loveable Yorkie, Pinto.

  Turning Mist around Sadie trotted out to the Deuces entrance and onto the open field. Once she was cleared of any obstacles, she sent her horse to a gallop and headed back toward town. An hour later she finally sat down and put her feet up. Her night wasn’t over by a long shot, but all she wanted was five minutes where her feet weren’t running.

  Chapter Two: Scheduled Interactions

  Reece took the afternoon and worked on paperwork. It was his least favorite task, but considering just a couple hours earlier he’d been seriously concerned about dying, he figured paperwork was a good way to spend the afternoon portion of his day. He ignored the part of his brain that told him he’d picked inventory because it gave him time to think. Time to evaluate just what he thought about the town doctor. It was true he’d have preferred a man take over for old Doc Watson, but now that he’d met her, he couldn’t exactly complai
n about the woman who’d eventually become the main source of medical help for their growing, but tightknit community.

  She seemed more than capable and to say she was easy on the eyes was an obvious understatement to anyone who saw her. With those incredible gray eyes that seemed like a contained tornado, she held an intelligence that couldn’t be faked. Add in the dimples and the overall appearance of her face and she was a knockout. The fact that she hadn’t been wearing a wedding ring was somewhat of a surprise. Even with medical school being as demanding as it was, Reece figured a man would have snagged her by now.

  Finally able to set his pen down, Reece rubbed the tiredness from his eyes and decided that coffee was needed. With the weather turning chilly at night he knew it wouldn’t be long before the temperatures dipped low enough to have his shrugging into a coat for his morning chores. His favorite way to beat back the cold was to soothe himself with coffee. Never one for the fancy stuff, Reece preferred to brew his own in a regular coffeepot with plenty of grounds, a whole pot of water, and enough cream and sugar to wake a dead horse. Sighing with pleasure at the first strong sip, Reece took his cup out to his back porch and sat on the swing he’d put up. The weather was just starting to show the signs of fall and this weekend would be perfect for bring most of the harvest in. There would be a few stragglers as there always were, but for the most part the apples he grew would be brought into the silo. He had enough work after that to keep him busy for the majority of the pre-holiday season. Everything from applesauce to apple cider would be served and he’d turn out a considerable profit in the meantime. He was thankful every season that his grandmother had taught him how to make cake doughnuts from scratch. They were his biggest seller when the weather turned cold and people wanted to enjoy a fresh made doughnut with their warm apple cider. He even used the peels to make fresh apple and cinnamon -scented candles. No, Reece knew that starting this weekend he’d be running around like a crazy person until at least January and the thought brought a smile of peace and assurance with it.

  ***

  Sadie finished up the splint on RJ Meadows finger and sent him on his way. For a boy of six he’d been in her office more than most of the people in Shady Oaks. Flipping the sign on her door to read Closed to anyone who came by for a visit. She quickly grabbed her jacket and headed out the back exit of her office. Within minutes she was in her car and headed toward the Deuces ranch for their annual harvest festival. Apparently, from what she’d heard around town, almost everyone was planning on making an appearance throughout the day to help bring in the apples that Reece Jackson’s farm grew.

  “You made it!” Sandy Clemens smiled when Sadie stepped out of her car. “We’re just putting some doughnuts in the car before we head back up. Jack said I could pick out some scented candles.”

  “Oh, I might check those out myself. I love putting candles out during the holidays, especially.”

  “Me too.”

  “I’ll wait and walk up with you, if you don’t mind.”

  “Not at all.” Sadie linked her arm through Sandy’s and together the women walked back up to the massive barn that had been converted into an apple pressing station slash gift shop.

  “Wow,” Sadie said as she stepped back in time. Decorated for a combination of Thanksgiving and Halloween, the barn held all the reminiscent qualities of the eighteen hundreds, while sporting all the modern gadgets of the twenty-first century. Climbing the stairs she breathed deeply, taking in the scents of apples and people. As she reached the top landing, Sadie saw the massive apple press do its work as it crushed the apple juice from the fruit. An old, self-playing piano sat in the corner with a lively skeleton on the bench. “This place is phenomenal,” she breathed as she watched people standing in line and those who were already enjoying their treats.

  “What do you think?”

  Sadie turned and looked into sky blue eyes that warmed right in front of her. “It’s beautiful. How did you-“

  “Take a walk with me and I’ll tell you.”

  “Alright,” Sadie said, accepting the arm that was offered to her.

  “My great-grandparents owned this property three generations ago. They were the first to plant the apple orchard out here. Back then they made their life with cows and dairy milk, cream, cheese, and butter. My grandparents expanded that adding apple sauce and apples to the mix. My grandmother was the one who taught me to make doughnuts from scratch and I do, every season. By the time my parents took over we had expanded the business even further. They put in the apple press and we converted the barn into a gift shop as well. My mother turned the apple peelings into incredibly scented candles and by adding the apple cider and fresh made doughnuts our profits only increased. With everything the farm does now I had to hire more people when I took over. I’m one of six children and when we all grew up there wasn’t anyone to replace us in the family.”

  “That’s quite a story,” Sadie smiled. “You’ve certainly got some gorgeous land here, Mr. Jackson.”

  “Please, call me Reece,” he said. “And thank you. I work hard to make sure my family’s legacy lives up to what my great-grandparents started building way back when.”

  “They’d be proud of you, proud of all your family has made from their meager beginnings.”

  “So, is doctoring a family thing or are you just a rebel?”

  “A little bit of both actually,” Sadie found it entirely too easy to talk to this handsome man. Not only was he articulate and a conversationalist, he actually seemed to listen to her when she spoke. So, as the sun started its descent in the western sky, she told him a little about the Hamilton clan. “My grandfather was a surgeon. Unfortunately for him, he had a daughter who was less than stellar in the coordination area. My aunt Nora is quite the Clumsy Carla. She trips over air, literally. Her twin brother Nathan, my father, however, isn’t. He became a carpenter, much to my grandfather’s chagrin. But, he loves his work and does it with exceptional quality. I used to spend my summers at my grandparents’ house and that’s when I fell in love with the idea of medicine. One of my grandfather’s patients was expecting a baby. She was just about to her due date when a nasty storm swept through their town. When my grandfather went to check on them she was well into her labor, but hadn’t been able to reach anyone. I helped my grandfather deliver her baby and ever since I knew I wanted to be a doctor. I wanted to help take care of people who, for one reason or another, couldn’t take care of themselves.”

  “How old were you?”

  “Me? I was twelve when little Annalise Richardson was born. She’s twelve now and beautiful to boot. She’s got a major crush on Jackson Spurlock, who’s as clueless as they come.”

  “Most boys are at that age. It takes us a little longer to get the idea about girls.”

  “Well, regardless, she’s painting her name in pretty neon colors and putting Spurlock behind it.”

  “I bet her parents are thrilled.”

  “Her mother thinks it’s cute and her dad is trying not to freak out about his only daughter liking boys.”

  “Do you have any siblings?”

  “I have twin brothers. Jason and Jack. They’re two years older than I am and along with being their sister I’m also the baby. I can’t seem to get past that stigma, no matter how old I get.”

  “That’s a tough one for us older brothers. We don’t usually do it well, letting our younger siblings grow up. Particularly when they’re as beautiful as you.”

  ***

  He’d expected her to blush at the compliment. What he hadn’t expected was for her to transform from a beautiful woman into a radiant one. He’d been able to talk to, feel comfortable with the beautiful doctor. Now she left him speechless and unsure, her stunning grey eyes shining in the waning sunlight. “I’ll take that as the compliment I’m sure you meant it to be.”

  “I’m sorry if that came out wrong. You are beautiful and I don’t want you to think I didn’t mean what I said, I just-“ He stopped talking when her fing
ers touched his lips.

  “Stop while you’re ahead, farm boy,” Sadie smiled. Then she did something Reece hadn’t been expecting. Rising on her toes, she pressed a soft, quick kiss to his lips. She smelled like the apples from his farm and the scent, along with her obviously cooperative attitude were irresistible.

  “Come here,” Reece said, grabbing her hand and pulling her into a small shed.

  “Where are we?”

  “This is my tack shed. It houses the saddles and such that I use for my horses, both the ones I work with and the ones I ride for pleasure.”

  “You use horses to work?”

  “They make it easier for me to harvest some of the crops I don’t sell to the public.”

  “Oh,” she said.