Page 7 of Long Hard Ride
Chapter Three
Igave up trying toget some shut-eye. Brooke had me so fucking horny talking about her tight little cherry-hole, I had to get up and rub one out in the bathroom last night, and again this morning.
Brooke is still sleeping. There wasn’t a peep coming out of Chuck’s room. Ethel doesn’t get him out of bed until seven.
It’s only five and I’m running late. I like to move the cattle before the heat of the day when they’re not as ornery. It’s only March, but it’s been warm.
I dig in to my bowl of cereal and flip through a stack of resumes. I placed an ad on one of those job sites last week. But I don’t think any of these applicants will be able to hold a candle to Blade Parker.
The Parker family are big-bucks, big-time ranchers in Texas. But they’ve had a bad drought and want to diversify. They’re thinking about starting an operation here.
Blade knows my reputation and wants to work with me first, to get a sense of how we do things in Montana. You never know, we might want to partner up on projects in the future. You can never have too many connections.
“Morning, husband,” Brooke announces, traipsing into the kitchen. What is she doing up so early? And goddamn it, she’s wearing the same fucking barely-there nightie I just jacked off thinking about.
“You might want to put a bathrobe on,” I grumble, doing everything I can to concentrate on the resumes. But fuck. Her tits are going to be the death of me. I can see her dark pink areolas and big nipples right through that top.
“Oh, sorry,” she mumbles, bending over and reaching into the fridge. Those shorts barely cover her smooth round ass, and she sure as shit isn’t wearing panties. My cock starts throbbing, and I can’t think of anything other than fucking her. And fucking her good.
She closes the fridge and turns, holding a milk carton. “I didn’t mean to distract you.” Her dark eyes shine. Then she gives me a sly grin, giving me no doubt she knows exactly what kind of effect she’s having on me. “I wouldn’t think you’d want your wife wearing anything. I thought the pajamas would be enough... cover.” She pours a glass of milk as my pulse thuds in my ears.
“You’re going to be the death of me.”
“Why?” she asks, feigning innocence. “Don’t you like my jammies?” She grins and reaches into a cabinet.
And this little game stops here and now.
I get up from the table and storm over to her. I wrap my big hands around her tiny waist, ignoring the rockets going off in my bloodstream, and roughly turn her around. My eyes rake over her jiggling breasts.
“I’m warning you,” I growl, so pissed off I almost don’t recognize my voice. “I know what you’re doing, and you need to stop.”
“What?” Her big brown eyes flash with excitement, and she doesn’t make any move to wiggle out of my grip. In fact, I’m almost certain she loves being manhandled. “I thought you said no touching.” She chuckles lightly, and I tighten my grip around her so she knows I’m serious about this.
“Not when you’re purposely toying with me. Not when you come out here, tempting me, wearing practically nothing, refusing to put a goddamn bathrobe on.” Fuck. I’m losing control.
I need to teach her a lesson if I’m ever going to survive for six months. “You want to play?” I ask, running my hands over the plump, luscious tits I’ve been lusting over. Her nipples grow under my touch, making my blood roar. “Is this what you want, cherry girl?” I keep my eyes fixed on hers as I roll her right nipple between my thumb and forefinger and tug.
Brooke moans almost on contact, just as I thought she would. Her face flushes pink as she silently stares down at my fingers. “You better be sure, darlin’.” I tug harder this time. “Because I won’t go slow and easy. I’ll fuck you so hard I’ll ruin you for anyone else.”
She parts her lips to say something, but I can see the shock written all over her face. I’m obviously the only one who’s ever talked to her this way. I can see she’s nervous, but goddamn, there’s a fire raging in her eyes too. And she’s licking her lips like she’s ready to kiss me.
I bring my other hand up and crudely cup both of her breasts in my massive hands. I slowly tug on her nipples, making them grow under my fingers. She’s slack jawed, in shock. I wonder how much wider that little mouth of hers can go.
“Keep your mouth open like that, and I just might teach you how to suck my cock. It’s big, so it might take some practice. But I think you’d like my sticky cum dripping from your mouth and all over your tits.” That ought to teach her a lesson. “Is that what you want? Huh?” I let go of her and make a big thing out of reaching for my belt buckle.
Her eyes are as wide as saucers. She steps back, folding her arms, trying to cover her tits. “No, no, no. I’m not—”
“You’re not? Well,I’mnot the kind of man you want to tease.” My cock throbs against my zipper. I bring my hands back to my side. Now that I think I’ve got my point across, I step away before I rip that fucking top off her with my teeth. I keep my gaze locked on hers. “I’m sure as shit not one of the little boys you’re used to playing with.”
“I’m sorry.” Her voice trembles, but when she moves her arms, I see her nipples are still the size of sugar cubes. “I guess you’re right. I didn’t realize—”
