Page 14 of Ranch Life At Heart
– CEDAR –
I sip my coffee while leaning against the kitchen counter. Waking up in this house a few times in a row makes me aware of Rosy’s early morning routine. I’m a light sleeper and an early riser. The first thing I do when I wake up is handle my business in the bathroom and get dressed. Then it’s time for coffee.
Rosy, on the other hand, stumbles out of bed and straight into the kitchen. Her gorgeous hair has a “just fucked” look and she’s only wearing an oversized T-shirt, ending just above the knee. She freezes when I hold out the mug for her to take. The first time it happened, she squealed.
“Thanks,” she murmurs and walks over to the window.
It gives a view of the pasture, showing the early morning fog.
“My horse is arriving today,” I rumble and step up beside her.
She turns to face me. “An Arabian stallion?”
“Nah. A chestnut American Paint Horse. My job was to break in the mare to get her ready to sell. She’s such a firecracker. Her character is gold while she’s fierce and loyal. I bought her before I even put a saddle on her.” A smile tugs at my lips while I remember the first time I laid eyes on her. “I made the arrangements to bring her over a few days ago. If it’s okay with you I’d like to have her here as well. Of course, I’ll pay the cost of her stay here.”
Rosy takes a sip of coffee. “It’s fine. You do the work and put her in one of the empty stalls. I’ll have Daphne crunch some numbers and let you know about the cost.”
“Daphne is the one doing the books and making financial decisions?” I ask and she narrows her eyes at me.
She turns and walks to the coffee pot for a refill. “Yes. I suck at numbers. I’d rather work with my hands instead of my head.”
“Nonsense,” I tell her and hold out my mug. “Your head works wonders when you’re teaching kids and adults during their riding lessons. The connections you have with your horses is a bond showing the care and trust you put in there, it’s what they give you in return. The hell with math and handling the books, there’s a job for everyone out there. I don’t like to do the books either. I did go over them, though.”
“My books?” Her eyes widen.
Why does this woman always think the worst of me?
I snort. “No, my father’s. He’s retiring and asked me to take over. Sadly, it doesn’t compare to this delightful ranch. The only thing needed at the Stellan ranch is overseeing the breeding program, everything else runs flawlessly. If I wanted to do the work I’ve done for decades on other ranches? It would mean I’d have to fire a lot of people. It’s a shame to stir up a good system. It’s also why I wanted the ranch hand job you offered.”
“So you keep saying,” she muses.
We drink our coffee in silence.
When she’s finished, she rinses her mug, places it in the sink, and states, “Work is calling my name.”
“Not just work,” I muse.
My cock is aching to be inside her again.
Her gaze locks on mine. “Did you say something?”
Her nipples are poking through her shirt. Pointing right fucking at me, teasing me of what I’ve barely had a taste of. It’s been too fucking long since I’ve felt her naked under me. My cock twitches behind the zipper when her breathing picks up and her pupils dilate. She’s thinking–desires–the same thing I crave right fucking now.
Three strides and I have her gasping in my arms right before my mouth covers hers. I taste the coffee on her tongue as we battle for dominance. My hand travels up her naked thigh, finding out she’s not wearing any fucking underwear.
“You’ve been fucking naked around me every damn morning?” I growl, moving my hand to let my fingers glide through her drenched slit.
She moans and closes her eyes. Fists tightening in my shirt as she moves her hips to try and fuck herself on my fingers.
“Give me your eyes and answer my damn question, Rosy.” My voice is drenched with lust and I’m barely hanging on.
I want to bury myself deep inside her hot, wet, tight, and wild pussy.
Especially when her stormy gray eyes find mine and her voice is laced with sass when she states, “Yes. Took you long enough to find out, though.”
Releasing a curse, I pull my fingers from her slit and smack her ass. “I was respecting my boss.”
Her hand goes to the back of my neck, eyes piercing and voice steady she makes me an offer. “During work hours we’ll keep it professional. Off the clock if we want to fuck, we getnaked, and I’ll let you be the boss of my body. Nothing more than sex, it’s just about wants and needs.”
