Amy's Redemption

Amy’s Redemption

by BJ Wane A Pink Flamingo Ebook Publication Copyright © 2010 by BJ Wane, All rights reserved For information contact: Pink Flamingo Publications www.pinkflamingo.com P.O. Box 632 Richland, MI 49083 USA Cover Image © Viktoriya Kirillova Email Comments: [email protected] With the exception of quotes used in reviews, no part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form, by any means, including mechanical, electronic, photocopying recording or otherwise without prior written permission of the publishers.

Chapter One Amy pulled her old, battered Escort into the gravel parking lot of the roadside bar and pool hall. Turning off the ignition, she leaned her head wearily against the headrest and watched disinterestedly as patrons came and went from the noisy establishment. Roughly ten miles outside Wyoming’s big metropolis, Cheyenne, the parking lot was filled with pickup trucks and cowboys and not for the first time she wondered how the hell a big city girl such as herself ended up in the middle of nowhere. At twenty four, her life had never been easy, but the past two years, ever since she had been on the run, had been the loneliest time of her life. Growing up in New York City, first as a child in foster care, then as a runaway on the streets, there had always been people around and she simply hadn’t adjusted to the wide open emptiness of the Midwest. Still, she thought with her usual optimism, she could adjust to anything, as she had proven to herself over and over again. A large black truck pulled into the lot, drawing her attention. Everything about the vehicle was enormous from the tires to the cab to the man getting out from behind the wheel. Amy sat up, her exhaustion from being on the road for ten hours a day the last three days forgotten as her pussy dampened with instant lust. Broad shoulders filled out a black tee shirt tucked into tight jeans that hugged an incredible ass. As the tall stranger walked towards the entrance, the lights picked up the sun streaked strands in his brown, wavy hair and showed a rugged, handsome profile. It had been over a year since she had been with a man, but, since she had never climaxed with a lover before, that didn’t necessarily mean anything to her. It was her body’s instant response to the stranger that had her weaving fantasies that only heightened her lustful awareness, making her wonder what it would be like to spend an hour between the sheets with a man like that. Another truck pulled into the spot next to his and when the driver joined him it was obvious they knew each other. Through her open window, Amy could hear their deep voices and smell the pungent odor of the cigars they had lit up. The second man didn’t entice her nearly as much as the first. Her nipples stiffened as she heard him chuckle, his voice deep and friendly. The muscles in his arm bulged with the simple movement of bringing the cigar to his mouth making her wonder what it would be like to be held against, under or over such a large, hard body. There were occasional times while living on the streets, that she had been reduced to trading sexual favors to avoid eviction or to get food. They consisted of quick blowjobs or clumsy couplings with older men who drank too much and could barely sustain an erection, let alone give her an orgasm. The rare incidents were over quickly and just as quickly forgotten. If she had ever been lucky enough to snag a john that looked like this man, she knew the memory would have been with her to this day. Raucous laughter spilled out of the doorway as the two tossed their smokes and entered the bar, leaving her frustrated in more ways than one. She had intended to just stop and grab a quick bite to eat before heading in to Cheyenne and finding a room, but now she desperately needed to relieve the ache between her legs, something she was very good at. Luckily, she was parked at the far end of the lot, in the dark. Undoing her jeans, she scooted down in the seat and with practiced ease slid two fingers into her sopping cunt. She couldn’t remember ever being this wet over a guy, especially one she had only eyed briefly. Her invading fingers made a loud sucking noise, which only excited her further. Arching into her hand, she reveled in the warm, slick feel of her inner walls as her thumb grazed her swollen clit. Reaching under her shirt with her other hand, she rubbed her naked, unbound breasts before pinching her nipples hard. The slight pain set her off and she cried out as she thrust against her pumping fingers. The feel of her pussy clenching tightly around them, trying to hold them in, left her gasping as the orgasm burst upon her. Her body shook with the pleasure as she withdrew from her pussy slowly, rubbing her juices over her bare lips as she soothed

herself while continuing to lightly rub her now aching nipples. She smiled to herself as she caught her breath. She always did tend to pinch them too hard during climax, leaving them sore and aching for hours, a constant reminder of her pleasure. Usually she spent hours lying around naked and stroking her body, but she didn’t have that luxury sitting in a parking lot. Reluctantly, she righted her clothing and checked herself in the rearview mirror. Other than her rosy cheeks and sparkling eyes, there was nothing to reveal she had just given herself an explosive orgasm in her car, so she felt safe at not drawing any unwanted attention. It was already past seven and she was now even hungrier than before she had let herself get swept away by a fine looking ass and broad shoulders. Heading inside, she wondered if she would be able to find her cowboy and if seeing him again would have the same effect on her. Somehow she doubted it. She chalked up her quick and unusual attraction to being horny, tired and hungry. She had taken care of the first problem, now to see to the other two. The bar was crowded, noisy and smoky, yet people were friendly and polite as she made her way to a small corner table. In New York, bars and clubs were filled on Friday nights, such as this one, but the people weren’t nearly as open and friendly. “What can I get ya?” a bleached blond waitress asked as she placed a menu in front of her with three entrees listed. Amy smiled. She had struggled to put herself through eighteen months of culinary school and had been a chef at one of New York’s finest restaurants, but her personal tastes ran towards greasy, throw on the grill foods such as the burger, ribs and chicken listed in front of her. “A double cheeseburger, fries and coke please,” she ordered, her stomach rumbling loudly in anticipation. Slim eyebrows rose in surprise. “Where do you put it, honey?” Amy laughed, having heard that comment numerous times. “I must have a great metabolism.” Shaking her head ruefully, the waitress left to put in Amy’s order, her swaying hips and short black skirt getting a lot of attention and more than a few compliments. Her back against the wall, Amy had a good view of the bar and eagerly searched for her cowboy. It only took seconds to find him at the far end standing several inches taller than his friends and wielding a pool stick. She was surprised to discover her reaction was as immediate and intense as before. Her pussy seemed to have forgotten the nice orgasm she had just indulged in. Smiling inwardly, she enjoyed again the feel of damp juices coating her slick lips and wetting her panties. Her still tender nipples hardened as she watched him run a large hand slowly down the cue stick, imagining it caressing her bare skin in the same way. “Got your eye on one already?” the perky waitress asked as she plunked down her meal. “It’s always fun to fantasize, isn’t it?” “Reality is just as much fun.” Amy wrinkled her nose in disagreement. “Not in my experience. This looks and smells wonderful. Thank you.” “You’re welcome. And, honey, if your experience is that lacking, try one of these boys. They’ll treat you right and give you a ride you won’t soon forget.” Amy laughed, wishing that were true. “My days of picking up strange men are long over,” she admitted before taking a big bite of her burger. At least she would be able to sate one appetite, she thought as she savored the surprisingly tasty meat. “I can vouch for most of these guys. Which one you eyeballin?” Amy nodded towards the corner. “The tall one, black shirt and killer smile.” The waitress smiled knowingly. “You sure do aim high. That’s RJ. Him and Gary, his foreman, are in town for the livestock auction. If you get up the nerve to go after that one, you won’t be sorry. Nice guy, great to look at and, from what I’ve heard, he can go all night.” “You don’t have firsthand knowledge?” Amy asked, nibbling on a thick, hot fry.

“Don’t I wish. But I have my own great guy at home and I don’t stray. Strictly heresy, but I’ve heard it from several women over the past few years.” Someone hollered from the bar, getting her attention. “Duty calls. Enjoy your meal.” Amy ate her meal and watched RJ as he beat several opponents at pool. She couldn’t believe she was actually contemplating approaching him. For someone who had a juvenile record for both shoplifting and solicitation, she was reluctant to approach a stranger for anything. She had never considered her actions as a teenager as wrong, they were simply necessary to survive. Once she finished school and landed the chef’s job, she had stayed on the moral straight and narrow, and even doing that, she had ended up with the wrong person and fleeing another crime she had been forced to commit in order to survive. Come Monday, she would be stuck on a ranch in the middle of bumfuck Wyoming for at least a year, according to her contract. She wanted, needed, some excitement, some release, before that. Amy left payment for her meal with the ticket, and shored up her resolve as she slowly made her way through the crowd. Her waitress saw her and gave her a thumbs up, giving her the encouragement she needed to approach RJ. Rand Kincaid straightened from sinking the eight ball just in time to have his breath taken away and his cock stiffening at the sight of a petite brunette entering the pool hall. Not more than five two or three with thick curly hair that framed a face that would have otherwise been unremarkable if it hadn’t been dominated by two large dark eyes. Unlike the other women that frequented the bars during auction weekends, this one wasn’t dressed to catch a man’s eye. Loose jeans, tennis shoes and a pink plaid shirt covered everything, which only made him want to see what lay underneath all that much more. As she headed towards a corner table, he revised his assessment of her jeans. Even loose, they hugged a very round, tempting ass, his biggest weakness. “Hey, RJ, you gonna rack em again?” Rand turned his attention back to his foreman and their game. He had come into town this evening instead of early tomorrow morning just so he could hang out here at Rusty’s and unwind until the auction tomorrow. He was bidding on a couple new horses for his breeding program and another bull to service his growing herd and his free time was limited. An evening spent shooting some pool and drinking beer followed by a night of hard fucking was what he needed. The pool and beer were a given, and past experience told him he could have his choice of bed partners for the night. But his eyes and libido only had one woman in mind for that pleasure. He was finding it difficult to concentrate on his game as he watched her eat. Whoever would have thought watching someone eat a large, greasy hamburger could be sensuous? The way she closed her eyes with each bite and seemed to sigh as she licked her lips was causing his dick to harden even more, making it extremely difficult to bend over for his shots. When she started licking the salt from her fries before nibbling on them with small white teeth he almost came in his jeans. His reaction astounded and irritated the hell out of him. He was too old to be responding like an adolescent at the sight of a pretty face and tight body. A clumsy shot cost him the game, but he couldn’t seem to care as he saw her making her way towards him. Amy had to look up, way up, when she stopped in front of the man named RJ. His size made her feel small and feminine. And safe, which was odd because that was something she hadn’t felt since she had been a child, if then. “Hi,” she smiled nervously as he stared down at her out of moss green eyes. “Is this game open?” Violet, her eyes were fucking violet and he was lost in them. Large, wary with a touch of defiance, and he couldn’t wait to see them glazed with lust and crying with release. “It is. Do you play?”

A cheeky grin showed a slightly crooked front tooth that made him long to run his tongue over. “Mister, I grew up on the streets of New York City. You didn’t survive if you didn’t learn how to sink an eight ball in two shots.” One dark brow lifted at her challenge. “Gary, grab a stick for…?” “Amy,” she supplied, deliberately omitting her last name. “My friends call me RJ, Amy.” It only took her a couple of shots to show RJ the girl knew how to shoot pool. He toyed with her the first game, enjoying her flirtations and obvious ploys of distraction. Bending low enough to let him know she was braless, moving her ass just so to draw his attention and that sassy grin when she hit a lucky shot hardened his cock and his resolve to get her into bed. She won the first game, barely, but he was good at pay back. “Best two out of three?” he asked. Amy was feeling confident after her win. She knew she wasn’t overtly sexy. She was short, small and ordinary. But men were men. Flash a pair of braless tits and shake your butt and they were toast. “Sure. You can buy me a beer when I win.” RJ moved close to her, his breath warm against her ear as he whispered, “Surely we can come up with something more enticing than a beer?” He allowed his hand to run lightly over her ass before lifting his head to stare into glazed dark eyes. Damn, he couldn’t wait to get her naked. He was dying to see that round backside turn red and hot by his hand and hear her cries of excitement as the pleasure/pain took her over. Amy’s original intention had been to have fun flirting, maybe necking in the parking lot, before heading into the city and getting a room where she could play out her fantasies by herself. But the thought of spending another night alone was too depressing and she really, really wanted to get naked with this man, something she had never desired to this extent before. Licking her lips nervously, she asked, “What’d you have in mind?” “If I win, you’re mine for the night, in my room, naked, doing whatever I want.” Amy’s pussy clenched in need. The thought of submitting to him all night, a complete stranger, excited her and frightened her. “I’d be a fool to agree to that. I don’t know you.” “Anyone here can vouch for me, I’m staying at The Carleton in downtown Cheyenne, where I’m well known. I’ll make sure we’re seen checking in together and even call the manager to vouch for me.” “You make it sound so easy. What will I get if I win?” she asked already knowing she was going to agree no matter what he came up with. His cocky grin revealed a dimple in his left cheek. “Then I’m yours for the night, in my room, naked, doing whatever you want.” “Well, then, I can’t lose because I want that bet.” Since Rand was always the one in control when it came to sex, and just about everything else, he had no intentions of loosing either. But, she was good, so he was going to have to play dirty. With the women siding with Amy and the men rooting for him, the next game went to him, but it had been too close. As Amy bent over, lining her cue to break for the last game, Rand moved behind her and cupped her crotch. Amy yelped, blushed and looked to see who had seen him, but he was too smart for that. No one had been at that end of the table or close enough to see where his hand was, not that he would have been bothered if they had. “What’s wrong, sweetheart? You seem to have lost your knack.” “Just remember, RJ, two can play that game.” Her eyes sparkled with mirth and her cheeks were pink with either embarrassment or pleasure. “I believe it’s still your shot,” he answered, ignoring her threat.

This time when she bent over and he moved subtly behind her, she pulled her stick back in a quick jab, barely missing his balls before letting it go and sinking three balls in one lucky shot. When she grinned saucily back over her shoulder saying oops, he almost shot his wad right then and there. He couldn’t remember the last time he wanted a woman as much as he wanted this slip of a girl. “How old are you?” he asked abruptly, fearing he was playing with fire. “Twenty four, why?” Rand grabbed her nape and hauled her mouth up to his. “Old enough for me to turn over my knee without getting my own ass in trouble.” Before she could answer, his mouth swooped down on hers, his lips taking hers in a hard, fast kiss. Amy had never been kissed with such ruthless passion, kissed so hard by such soft lips nor thrown into instant meltdown so quickly. Clinging to his hard biceps, she moaned into his mouth. Eagerly accepting his tongue, she kissed him back, her lips clinging to his, her small frame clutched tightly against his much larger one. His hard cock pressed into her stomach, leaving no doubt to his desire. The image of herself draped across his thighs, her ass bare and vulnerable, left her curious and hungry for something she had no name to put to. “Yo, boss, you gonna finish this game with the lady or start a new one?” The taunting voice from Rory, one of his ranch hands, brought him back to reluctant awareness. Scowling at the gang watching them with lewd, avid interest, his glare was returned with impertinent grins and chuckles. His gaze landed on Amy’s upturned face, her eyes wide and dilated. “It’s still your turn, sweetheart.” Thank God she was unable to climax with a man, she thought as she lined up her next move, otherwise, she’d be stripping and spreading herself on the pool table, begging him to finish what he had started. Having spent two years stripping for a living left her immune to embarrassment over public displays, and having a penchant for exhibitionism had made her very good at her job. Her thoughts caused her to miss the next shot and frustrate her for her lack of control RJ smiled knowingly, before boasting, “And that was just a kiss, Amy.” Whispering for her ears only, he added, “Imagine how befuddled I can get you after I’ve brought you to climax two or three times.” “I wish,” she muttered before thinking. “What was that?” Moving away from him, her insecurity got the better of her. “Let’s finish this and then we’ll see who’s brought low by the other.”

Chapter Two “Quit griping. You’re the one who insisted on driving my car instead of letting me meet you there.” Amy glared at RJ from the passenger side of her car. “The whole night, Amy. A bet’s a bet and I’m holding you to it.” Amy glared at the handsome stranger now driving her car. One shot, one lousy, lucky shot had made RJ the beneficiary of their wager and left her wondering why she had been so rash as to agree to the stupid thing in the first place. Of course, one look at that rugged profile framed by thick, wavy, collar length hair would have caused any normal, red blooded woman to cave. Add the rippling muscles, laid back drawl and intense looks that promised a girl heaven in three minutes or less and most women would have skipped the game and screamed, ‘Take me, I’m yours!’ without a qualm. The thing was, she wasn’t most women. For someone who had turned the occasional trick and stripped to make ends meet, she was vastly inexperienced to handle a man like RJ. “I’m not reneging,” she answered as he drove them to the Carleton while complaining about all the things wrong with her fifteen year old car. “I said I’d meet you there. I take it your friends are used to you taking off with women and leaving them to return your vehicle?” RJ tossed her a knowing grin. “Jealous, sweetheart?” Am snorted. “Not hardly.” “The first thing I’m going to do is paddle your ass. Someone needs to teach you some manners.” Amy felt her face flush and her pussy swell with need at the mention of a spanking again. She didn’t know if he was serious or what to think of her reaction to the idea. She was good at blowjobs, but they didn’t turn her on. Her experience with intercourse had been quick fucks with older men who came and went so fast she barely knew they’d been between her legs and a brief affair with the grandson of her previous landlady, who, at the age of twenty two, was sweet but still more concerned with getting himself off than her. She refused to think about the six months she spent with Jedediah. “I take it this is a fetish of yours?” she asked as if it didn’t matter to her whether he followed through with his threat or not. “Not a fetish. I like control, and it gives me that, as well as pleasure.” She was definitely out of her league with this man, she thought as he pulled in front of the Carleton. She’d give him his control and his pleasure, but she was good at running and she had every intention of doing so well before morning. “I can give you that RJ, but only tonight and only because I don’t go back on my word,” she warned him before he could get out. RJ hesitated slightly before nodding. “Tonight only.” RJ tossed the keys to the valet before taking Amy’s elbow and escorting her into the hotel. He knew a lot of women from the ranching community and rodeo circuit. Finding a willing bedmate when he came to town wasn’t difficult and most of them knew he was good for a few nights of nice dinners and good, hard sex, but that was it. He was thirty-six, content with his single lifestyle and had no aspirations to change it anytime soon, which made him wonder why he had been so reluctant to agree with her time limitation. If he hadn’t gotten her out of his system tonight, he would simply find one of his previous bedmates at the auction tomorrow. “Good evening, Max. This is a friend of mine, Amy. Could we have some champagne and fresh strawberries sent up please?” “Right away, Sir,” the front desk clerk smiled at them. “Have a nice night.”

Grabbing her hand, RJ pulled her to the elevator, anxious to get her naked now that they had finally arrived. “I said I’d stay and screw you,” Amy said dryly as the elevator doors slid shut. “You don’t have to wine and dine me.” She was uncomfortable with the hand holding and the possessive way he refused to let go when she tried to pull away. His hand was large and calloused and engulfed her smaller one, his heat and strength making her feel special and safe, two things she had learned the hard way never to associate with a man. Punching the top floor, he scowled down at her. “You don’t like champagne and strawberries?” He got the distinct impression she was expecting, and wanting, a wham bam thank you ma’am fuck. If so, she was in for a rude, but pleasant awakening. “I prefer a cold beer, chips and spicy salsa.” “I’ll remember that if we have occasion to get together again.” He saw the instant denial in those expressive eyes and before she could comment, he kissed her, hard. Her hand tightened around his as she leaned into him, her soft lips parting instantly for his tongue. She may be unsure of him, but she wanted him nonetheless. They were both breathing heavily when the elevator doors slid open and he wasted no time dragging her out and ushering her inside his suite. RJ kept his mouth fused to hers as he skillfully maneuvered her towards the king size bed. Amy almost smiled in bitter triumph against RJ’s mouth when one hand moved from her ass to the snap on her jeans. Just like every other man, he was out for a quick release that involved his pleasure first and foremost. RJ shoved her jeans down, baring her from the waist down before releasing her mouth. Her wet, puffy lips curled in another sassy smirk as his hands cupped her naked buttocks and squeezed. As he kneaded her soft, firm globes, he bent and nipped her earlobe, hard. “What do you find amusing?” “Men,” she answered succinctly. “You’re all alike.” “Oh, sweetheart, you are so wrong.” Before Amy knew what he was doing, RJ sat down on the bed and with one hard yank, had her draped face down across his lap. Her hands reached out automatically to brace herself, head down to the floor. Sputtering between indignation and laughter, she gasped, “You were serious!” “Babe, there’s one thing you better learn real quick. I’m always serious when I say something.” RJ’s hand landed hard and fast on her right buttock and the sight of that soft, firm flesh turning red made him wish he had loosened his own jeans before starting this. Her ass was even more enticing than it had appeared in her jeans and the way she was wiggling around on his lap tempted him almost beyond endurance. “Lie still and behave. You just might enjoy this.” He smacked her again on the other cheek, smiling at her squeak of surprise. Amy’s amused indignation turned swiftly to heated lust as the fiery burn he was raising on her ass ignited her senses. Never in her wildest dreams did she think she could get so turned on by being spanked, but the vulnerability of her bare assed position along with the pleasure/pain she was unexpectedly experiencing worked together to quickly bring her to a feverish pitch. With each smack her pussy dampened more, her juices becoming so copious they coated her inner thighs. She tried to close her legs against her embarrassing reaction, but a hard swat to her upper thigh stopped her. “Keep those pretty legs parted for me Amy,” RJ ordered, smacking her other thigh. Her ass was a delightful pink, the cheeks hot to touch and by her unconscious gyrations against his thigh, he knew she was as turned on as he was. Amy whimpered in mortification and need, trying miserably to fight her response to this humiliation. Where was her backbone? Where was her hard earned resolve to never let a man get the upper hand with her again, her determination to stay clear both physically and emotionally from any

involvement? Her buttocks felt swollen, ached with fiery heat and she couldn’t prevent from rubbing herself against his muscled thigh, her pussy contracting as she eagerly sought each swat with a lift of her hips only to rub her bare mound against his rough denim after receiving it. Her body covered in a light coat of sweat, her eyes watery with tears she refused to shed, she moaned, struggled with her uncomfortable desire until she could no longer hold back. Crying out, she rubbed hard against his thigh as she let the orgasm rip through her, her shocked pleasure so intense she didn’t care about the lewd display she was making of herself. RJ didn’t let up on his ministrations as she rode out the most intense climax she had ever experienced, each painful swat pushing her higher and higher. It took her several moments to come down as her body shuddered with small aftershocks before she realized he was softly rubbing her sore, abused cheeks, his breathing as heavy as hers. Amy had been having sex since she was sixteen and this was the first time she had climaxed without using her own hand or applying a dildo herself. She was embarrassed and confused and angry with herself for allowing him to have the upper hand. Needing to regain control of both herself and him, she slid off his lap to kneel between his legs. Without looking at him, her hands went to his belt where she clumsily released the buckle before his hand covered hers. RJ helped her lower his zipper, which proved to be difficult to do over his erection. Between the two of them, they managed to release his engorged cock and Amy’s eyes widened in shock as it fell into her hands. His cock was proportioned in size with the rest of him, extra large. She stared in awe as she failed to encircle his girth with her hand. Almost reverently, she used both hands to feel him, slowly learning his shaft from root to seeping tip, her thumb spreading that tell tale moisture around the mushroom shaped head before taking another slow glide down. “Lean back,” she instructed hoarsely without looking at him. RJ complied, unable to argue even if he wanted to. The girl had very talented hands and when she cupped his balls he couldn’t prevent the groan that rumbled deeply as he thrust into her hands. Her undivided attention was riveted on his cock, her rapt expression and engrossed exploration was so fucking exciting he damn near lost his wad without further ado. For a man who prided himself on his strict control over others as well as himself, that was a bitter acknowledgement tempered only by the pleasure of having a woman so refreshingly unabashed. Amy smiled, her equilibrium returning rapidly as she explored his large sacs, enjoying their soft weight in her palms and the way his thighs tightened in response. Her buttocks felt warm and achy, her nipples were beaded into hard points and her pussy was once again swelling with moisture. Never before had a cock fascinated her so, nor had she ever received such pleasure for herself with the feel of one in her hands. As she bent forward to run her tongue lightly around the head, catching that seeping moisture and taking it into her mouth, she groaned inwardly as she reluctantly admitted to another false misconception. He was still in control and she was afraid that this night was going to prove to be her biggest folly. Amy opened her mouth and took just the head of his cock in, suckling him like a lollipop. She ran her tongue over the top, once again tasting his pre-come before stroking the sensitive underside. She released him with a plop, her lips and tongue moving down his shaft before daring to peek up at his face. His green eyes stared heatedly down at her bent head, his face flushed with pleasure and his lips smiling softly. “No,” he commanded when she looked away from him, his intensity unnerving. “Watch me watch you. I’ve never had anyone suck me with such pleasure.” Any other time, place or person and Amy would have adamantly denied she was getting any pleasure from a blowjob, but she couldn’t here, with this man. As she took him fully into her mouth, she admitted only to herself that she was indeed enjoying sucking his cock, getting immense pleasure from feeling his hardness filling her mouth and his pre-come coating her tongue. Using lips, mouth

and tongue she moved slowly up and down his shaft, her eyes never leaving his. When she released his cock to nuzzle his balls and then suckle first one then the other, she drew enormous pleasure from hearing him curse, watching him swallow heavily as his eyes followed her mouth and tongue. His balls were hairless which made savoring them slowly with her tongue and mouth more pleasurable, enticing her to linger with them as she stroked his cock just as leisurely. When his sacs tightened up, signaling his release, she moved her mouth back up, once again taking his cock deep, swallowing as much of his length as she could and still only managing to get half of him in. Using one hand to cup his sacs, she gripped his base with the other and proceeded to suck him hard, hallowing her cheeks as she moved up, her tongue circling and her pumping hand working in tandem. She worked his cock and balls like a fine tuned instrument, playing him over and over, until that beautiful crescendo reached its peak. His balls tightened and his cock jumped, signaling his release. Gripping her hair, RJ tried to pull her off of him, but she refused to turn him loose. She wanted him in her mouth, shooting his come down her throat. Then this would be over. He would be through with her and she could leave and forget how this man brought her to her knees, literally, and then forget all about him “Dammit, Amy. Move back or I’m going to…..aww, fuck,” he groaned, his hand tightening in her hair as he came with long violent spurts of pleasure. Lifting his hips, he fucked her mouth hard, unable to control himself, the pleasure too intense. Though he used her mouth roughly, he wasn’t so far gone with lust that he wasn’t careful not to hurt her. First she had come lying over his lap which he presumed was her first spanking; then she surprised him further by initiating and then he enjoyed the best blowjob he had ever had. His body was still shuddering with pleasure and his dick was still hard, his orgasm only taking the edge off his desire for this slip of a girl. Pulling away from him, she sat back on her heels a puzzled look on her face. “You came.” Her tone was both accusatory and puzzled as she looked from his still hard cock to his face. Raising a brow, he had to refrain from laughing out loud. Somehow he didn’t think she’d appreciate him finding amusement at her naiveté. “And?” Gesturing to his penis, she questioned irritably, “Why are you still hard?” “I’m still horny.” With the storm he saw brewing in those violet eyes he thought it best to keep his answers simple. “But…I thought we’d be done,” she practically wailed, her plans for a short night to meet her obligation being quickly dashed. As enlightenment dawned, RJ did chuckle out loud. “You thought when I said all night, I meant only until I came once? You’ve either been fucking boys or old men, sweetheart. But, tonight, you’re with me and we’re a long way from done.” A knock at the door drew both their attention. Remembering the order for Champaign and strawberries, Amy jumped up and dove under the covers. “You’re not helping matters,” she accused him when he chuckled at her haste, adding to her irritation. RJ hitched up his jeans but left them open. Hell, he was still too hard and too horny to try zipping himself in. The young waiter caught a quick glimpse of his exposed cock before managing to avoid looking down again as he wheeled in a small cart, blushed bright red, grabbed his tip and made a hasty exit. Amy couldn’t help but grin at the poor kid’s reaction. “That was just mean,” she accused an unrepentant RJ. “That was just necessary. If I’d tried to zip, that could’ve ended our fun tonight. And I know how that would have disappointed you.”

Amy shrugged as if she didn’t care one way or another whether or not they proceeded. “You got your pleasure, what’s the big deal?” “And you got yours, but that doesn’t mean we can’t have more.” Her red, startled look told him she didn’t think he knew she had come like a firecracker while lying bare assed over his lap. “Get up and strip then we’ll take a breather and you can tell me all about yourself.” Amy rose and started removing her clothes the rest of the way while she watched him do the same. “I agreed to fuck you, RJ, not give you my life’s story.” “You hiding deep dark secrets, Amy?” he asked as he tossed his clothes over a large armchair before taking in her complete nudity. You wouldn’t believe what I’m hiding, she thought as she let his question slide. His bare body was magnificent and she was disconcerted to yearn so strongly to be held against all those hard muscles and cushioned with that strength. As RJ approached her slowly, the light of appreciation in his eyes took her off guard. “Why are you looking at me like that?” “Like what?” He reached out and cupped her right breast, which fit perfectly in his hand. “I don’t know. Like…” Amy was having difficulty forming words. His palm and fingers were large and calloused and felt wonderful against her breast and when he lightly twisted her nipple she couldn’t prevent a moan from escaping or from swaying closer to him. “Like I find you very sexy and can’t wait to fuck you?” “Yeah, like that.” Her voice came out breathless as he cupped her other breast and now held both in his hot hands. “Because I can’t. Why does that surprise you?” he asked when her eyes widened. Looking down at herself, she acknowledged ruefully, “I’m short, small and plain. I do have eyes, you know.” “You’re petite, your breasts the perfect size for my hands and I love a bare pussy, but that little arrow of hair you have is damn arousing.” Amy had had the Brazilian cut ever since her stripping days. She too enjoyed having her cunt bare, but had always thought the little arrow above her mound sexy and it still left her completely hairless below. A glance down showed her his cock was seeping again. Wanting the attention off of her, she took him in her hand and started to kneel. “No,” RJ instructed, grabbing her elbow and stepping back. “Get comfortable and I’ll bring our snack over.” It was going to be a long night, Amy thought with both anticipation and dread as she settled against the headboard and drew the sheet across her lap. She was beginning to regret ever stopping at that bar.

Chapter Three RJ fed a wine dipped strawberry to Amy and then leaned over to lick the juice from her lips and chin, watching the wariness enter her eyes. She was a puzzle, one he wanted to solve. In the space of a few hours she had played the brazen flirt, the inexperienced lover and the talented, but wary, sex siren. He didn’t know if she was insecure about herself, him or the situation, even though he had taken the time and effort to try to reassure her about all three. And why he cared or bothered was beyond him. All modesty aside, he was successful, wealthy and attractive which gave him his choice of women on any given night. There was just something about Amy that drew him, made him want to slay her demons in one breath and pound himself between her legs with the next. He had always liked his sex hard and fast, a little on the rough side, with women who enjoyed it the same way. Throw in some exhibitionism and erotic discipline and he was easy to please. Amy’s tight, sexy body made him want to indulge in all of that and that wary, distrustful look she didn’t bother to hide drew out protective urges he didn’t know he possessed. Leaning against the headboard, the sheet draped across her lap, she was seemingly comfortable with her naked breasts on display, yet she deftly evaded every personal question he had asked, making him wonder what she was hiding. “So, you’re just passing through on your way to where?” he tried again. Amy paused, taking a sip of her wine before answering. “Would you believe me if I said I wasn’t sure?” she asked thinking that that was partly true. She was starting a new job Monday, but she still needed to get directions to the large ranch located fifty miles southwest of Cheyenne where she would be working as a chef. “Sure,” he replied easily. “Just as I believe you’re willing to share your body but that’s it.” His eyes moved over her breasts and he smiled when her breath quickened and her small nipples tightened. “I thought you wanted to fuck again,” Amy grumbled. Pulling back, he glared at her. “What’s your hurry? We have all night, and quit saying fuck.” Amy grinned widely, her eyes lit with mirth, making her even prettier. “You say it and it is what we’re here for.” “I’m a guy, we’re supposed to talk that way.” “Well, I’m about as far from a lady as a girl can get, so get over it. I call them like I see them, and a night of fucking is exactly that, fucking.” RJ wasn’t used to people talking back to him, even in jest. He liked her smart mouth and sassy retorts, but he liked being obeyed better. With a surprisingly quick maneuver, he had the sheet tossed aside and Amy flipped on her stomach before she could stop him. Her cheeks were still slightly pink, but that didn’t stop him from landing several hard swats to her tender buttocks. “Ow, stop that you oaf!” RJ would’ve backed off if she hadn’t been laughing with the first swat and moaning and lifting her ass for more by the third. “Are you going to behave?” he asked, smacking her twice more, delighting in the rosy flush that now covered her buttocks. Amy was drowning here and desperately needed a life preserver. Nothing in her sordid past had prepared her for a man like RJ, the lust he provoked with his high handedness, the desperate need she felt clawing at her, begging for release. The fact that that need was inspired by the painful/pleasure of his hard hand hitting her vulnerable ass only confused and shocked her further. Was it the man, the action or just a taste of something new that had her responding like never before? She didn’t know and didn’t have the luxury of time and ease to explore it further than the next few hours.

“Yes, I’ll be good,” she panted, reluctantly giving in just so he would get on with it so she could get out of here. Flipping her back over, RJ swooped down and kissed her ruthlessly. He knew she gave in to him just so they could do what they came here for and she could be done with him. She might be anxious for their night to be over, but he wasn’t. His lips moved to her breasts and he drew a taut nipple into his mouth, his teeth nipping, before he allowed his lips and tongue to soothe. Her startled gasp was music to his ears and he took his time savoring those small buds, feeling them harden even more against his tongue. Pulling up, her nipple held tightly between his lips, he lifted her breast up by the nipple before releasing it with a plop. Her face was red and her eyes wide with that wariness again as she shifted her other breast toward him, cupped it in her palm and offered it to him. “That’s it, sweetheart, show me what you want, what you like, and I’ll give it to you,” he said before taking her other nipple into his mouth and giving it the same attention. Amy couldn’t tell him what she wanted and liked because she didn’t know. The men she had picked up for money were more interested in her mouth or getting between her legs and rarely did they touch her breasts. When they did it was with a quick caress and then they quickly moved on. Of course, she often touched herself, and enjoyed playing with her nipples before getting herself off, but having RJ do it was so much better. His lips suckled hard, his tongue covered her whole breast and the bite of his teeth jolted her with that wonderful pleasure/ pain again. Her fingers sank into his thick, dark hair as she held him to her. Amy’s short breaths and gyrating hips told him she was close and that was just from sucking her tits, RJ thought in delight. As much as he was enjoying feasting on the two small mounds, his dick was telling him to get a move on. “Spread your legs for me, Amy,” he demanded as he looked up at her. Amy didn’t hesitate, bending her knees and spreading them wide. Her nipples were wet, red and hard and felt sore. When RJ grabbed her hands and placed them over them, she didn’t hesitate to take over their stimulation. His smile was knowing and sexy as he moved down between her splayed legs. RJ settled between her legs, his gaze riveted on the bare, swollen folds of her pussy. Her cream was oozing out and running down her crack, too tempting for him to resist. With a slow swipe of his tongue, he licked up her seam, before spreading her pussy wide with his thumbs. “What’re you doing?” she gasped in shock even though she loved the way he was staring at her. “Looking at you,” he replied simply. “You have the prettiest pussy, all pink and puffy and wet.” “I’m sure it’s not the first one you’ve seen,” she retorted, embarrassed. She’d never had anyone admire her like that and it was both disconcerting and exciting. “Behave or you’ll feel what it’s like getting this pretty pussy spanked.” Just the thought had her jerking, whether in distaste or eagerness she really didn’t know. When he inserted first one finger then two into her gaping hole, she quickly forgot about his threat. Leaning her head back, she continued playing with her breasts as he fingered her slowly. When his lips latched on to her clit she almost screamed in pleasure as she thrust her cunt against his mouth, eager for more. This was another first for her and she was beginning to wonder just how much she had been missing. RJ took his time eating her and exploring her with his fingers. She was tight, his passage eased by her wetness. Her inner walls clasped his fingers, trying to hold him in as he slowly eased out and then back. Her whimpers and jerking hips egged him on as did the sight of her red, swollen clit begging for his touch. He lapped up the juices seeping around his fingers before nipping her inner

thigh, which only caused her to release even more wetness. He could be down here all night, he thought with pleasure as he once again licked her folds and slit before concentrating on her clit. When his teeth latched onto that small bud, Amy screamed, her cunt tightened around his fingers and her cream soaked his hand as she thrashed against his face. She didn’t hold back and he liked that. He looked up and saw confused pleasure on her face, her hands still clutching her breasts and her breath coming fast and hard. He kept his eyes on hers as he brought her off, sucking hard on her clit as he pumped in and out of her sheath with vigorous intent. Amy exploded, grinding her pussy against his face, her legs splayed as far as she could manage while her hands tightened on her breasts. The powerful climax swept through her like a hurricane, leaving her damp, shaking and at a total loss. Her pussy was still spasming when he pulled away and rose above her. “Now, we’re going to fuck,” he rasped as he thrust hard into her still clenching cunt, refusing to give her time to put those damn walls back up again. He had her where he wanted her, open, vulnerable and trapped beneath him. Grabbing her behind the knees, he draped her legs over his arms and leaned over her. Her pussy clenched around his cock, sucking him in deeper, her damp heat coating him completely, easing his way as he took her deep and hard. Amy had never been fucked like this before, with her whole body taken prisoner by the storm raging inside her, brought on by the powerful strokes of the hard man above her. He didn’t hurry, withdrawing slowly then thrusting deep and hard, over and over until she was on the verge of begging. Her legs looked slender draped over his muscled arms, his biceps straining as he held her. He was so big she could barely get her arms around his back where she could feel each ripple of those muscles as he moved within her. He didn’t kiss her, his face was buried in her hair, his breath harsh in her ear. She felt surrounded by him, engulfed by his passion and pinned by his pistoning hips. And she loved it. Always before, Amy lay unmoving during sex, praising the stranger using her until he got off, which usually took a minute or two. Now, she couldn’t help but participate whole heartedly, her hips automatically rising to meet his as she once again felt the tremors of another orgasm. Her first climax with a man inside her and she came apart. Crying out her pleasure once again, she knew she’d never be satisfied with her own hand again. RJ’s cock swelled and jerked inside her as she clasped around him and she could feel his semen filling her as she lost herself completely. RJ pulled her with him as he rolled off her, holding her against his side. He hadn’t come that long and that hard since he was a teenager. Their heavy breathing was the only sound in the now quiet room, and as they both eased into sleep, he marveled at how right her small body felt curled next to his. RJ woke an hour later with a hard cock and an eagerness to feel her pussy clamped tightly around it again. Knowing if he woke her she would want to rush him through another quick tumble, he decided to take his time and rouse her slowly. Since he had already come twice, he felt confident he could hold back long enough to do a thorough job. Her hair was ink black, curly and silky soft. One hand was buried in its thickness and he ran the shoulder length strands slowly through his fingers, smiling at the way they curled around them. Amy moaned and rubbed her head against his shoulder, making him smile. He had no doubt the purring kitten in his arms would revert to a snarling cat when she woke, but until then he would enjoy her quiet acceptance. He moved his hand down her back, once again marveling at how small and delicate she was until he got to her buttocks. Here she was soft but firm and surprisingly nicely rounded. He lightly squeezed her buttock, drawing another moan from her. She shifted unconsciously, slightly lifting her hips into his hand, eager for his attention. It appears she enjoyed having attention on this particular area as much as he enjoyed lavishing it. He alternated between caressing and squeezing those lush

globes until his breath quickened along with his cock. Slipping his finger between her crease, he lightly stroked her anus. Amy snuggled tighter against him and again lifted into his hand. Her even breathing told him she was still asleep. He couldn’t resist that forbidden treasure and slowly slipped past her tight barrier to his first knuckle. Her startled gasp told him she was waking quickly and before she could draw away from him, he drew his other arm around her waist, holding her tightly across his torso, her head buried in his shoulder. “Shh, let me play, Amy. Trust me, you’ll like this.” “I’ve never…” “Good, I like knowing I’ll be the first.” It turned him on knowing she was a virgin there, and although he had no intention of fucking her ass tonight, he did have every intention of seeing her again and taking her there. Slowly he penetrated her ass, burying his finger in her tight hole. She didn’t say anything, but her breathing quickened and her hips moved restlessly. Slowly, RJ finger fucked her ass until she was whimpering in need, lifting for each stroke before grinding down on his hip seeking release. He marveled at how quickly she became aroused and at how openly she sought her release. “RJ, please.” she begged. “I take it you like that?” He couldn’t resist teasing her. “Yes, dammit, now fuck me.” His hand swatted her ass cheek while he kept his finger lodged in her anus. “Quit saying fuck.” She giggled and made him smile. “Then quit tormenting me and do it.” He smacked her again and then fingered her, then repeated the sequence until her hips were jerking against his hands, seeking, demanding relief. Feeling her come unglued while he did nothing but finger fucked her ass and smacked her buttocks was the most erotic thing he had ever seen. Burying her face deeper into his shoulder, she gyrated against his hip until she came, the loud smack against her buttocks and her cries of pleasure echoing loudly in the room. In all his sexual encounters, he had never had a woman climax with anal stimulation alone. Amy’s response was the biggest stimulant of the evening and he was now more than ready to give her the fuck she had been demanding. “On your knees,” he ordered her, his voice harsh with need. Amy quickly complied, burying her head in her bent arms and eagerly spreading her knees wide. Kneeling behind her, he wasted no time sinking his cock into her soaking pussy, his hands gripping her hips as he thrust deep and hard. She threw herself back at him, accepting his brutal possession with a glad cry. Digging his thumbs into her reddened cheeks, RJ spread her buttocks to gaze at that small rosebud that had tempted him beyond endurance. Amy whimpered and buried her face deeper, whether in shame or excitement he didn’t know and didn’t care. He took her fast and hard, keeping her buttocks spread and her anus on display as he pounded into her. “Tell me it’s good, dammit. Tell me you want this,” he panted out shortly. “Yes!” She answered without hesitation, her breath short as her hips met his thrusts with equal vigor. “Thank God,” he breathed as sweat dripped from his brow, his balls drew up tight and he exploded into her pulsing sheath without further delay. Amy followed him, her pussy clenching around his cock in a tight fist as her body was again racked with such pleasure she felt faint. When she had awoke to RJ’s finger in her ass and her pussy dripping wet because of it she had been shocked and, for the first time in a long while, ashamed. Anal play was something she had never indulged in, wanting, needing, to keep some part of herself to herself. She couldn’t believe the pleasure she had gotten from his finger there and when combined with the heat and sting from his hand, the instant arousal had been shocking and uncontrollable. RJ had thrown her body and her feelings into a maelstrom of chaos that left her reeling and uncertain.

As he slowly withdrew from her still clenching pussy, she had the sudden urge to cling to him, to tighten around him and try to hold him inside her, and that was enough to send her running even if she hadn’t already been planning on doing so. “I need the restroom,” she said without looking at him as she crawled off the bed. “Take your time,” RJ replied behind her, his voice sounding drowsy and content. Amy planned to do just that, long enough for him to fall asleep again and for her to make a hasty get away. For the first time that night she took the time to look around the suite as she padded slowly to the bathroom. Her bare feet sunk into plush grey carpeting. A fireplace stood in a corner, a wet bar in the opposite corner and two plush armchairs in maroon and grey velvet sat between. The bathroom was huge with double sinks set into a marble vanity and large shower with multiple jets and a separate bathtub. “Want me to join you in there?” RJ called out. Amy gave him one of her sassy grins, not wanting him to suspect anything. “Why don’t we wait until we’ve rested again. I know I’ll enjoy it more after a respite.” “You’re right,” he agreed as he blatantly eyed her from head to toe. Amy shut the door and leaned back against it. She was tired and knew she was going to be sore tomorrow. The last time she had been with a man had been well over a year ago and Brian had still been more of a boy than a man. Even her dildos and vibrators couldn’t stand up next to RJ and she had never been fucked so vigorously before. She needed to get away from RJ, find an inexpensive motel to rest in until Sunday, then try to find her way to the Kincaid ranch where she would be working for the next year according to the contract she had signed. Amy took her time washing up at the sink and using the bathroom. She was hoping RJ would fall asleep while she was in there. She was afraid if she had to get in that big bed with him again and snuggle up against that hard body, she would fall asleep and this time nothing would wake her before it was too late to sneak out. She wasn’t worried RJ wouldn’t let her go come morning, she was worried he would try everything in his power to either get her to stay or to get more information about her so he could track her down again. Given the price a suite like this must cost in a hotel like the Carleton, she knew he had the means to get information she wasn’t willing to give. Not that he would find much. Her name and social security number match and it would take some digging to unearth the truth that they belonged to someone who had died in the forties. She didn’t delude herself into thinking she was such a great lay he would go to such lengths, but she wasn’t going to take any chances. Twenty minutes later, a peek out the bathroom door showed her RJ had indeed fallen asleep. She dressed quickly and quietly, carrying her shoes and purse as she slipped out the door. She didn’t breathe a sigh of relief until she was in the elevator. Slipping her shoes on, she tried to appear calm and confident as she walked through the deserted lobby. At three thirty in the morning, there was only the front desk clerk and the door man on duty. After describing her car and giving him the keys, she debated on whether to get directions to a cheap motel, but decided against that. She’d stop at a gas station and find something. Having arrived in Cheyenne a day earlier than she had expected, she had nothing to do tomorrow except rest, which she figured she would need most of the day to do.

Chapter Four RJ braced his left arm against the shower wall and hung his head down to allow the hot water to beat against his back as his fist beat his cock. He was irritated when he awoke to find himself alone in the bed, worried when he couldn’t find her elsewhere in the suite and downright pissed when the front desk informed him she had left in the middle of the night. He moved his hand to his balls and cupped his heavy sacs, remembering the feel of her mouth suckling them and the way her soft moan of pleasure had hardened him further. He couldn’t recall any other woman enjoying a blowjob as much as she seemed to enjoy going down on him. Her obvious pleasure in giving him head had upped his pleasure in receiving it tenfold. He grasped his cock again and pumped harder and faster as lustful memories egged him on. Head thrown back, muscles straining, he shot his wad against the shower wall as he attempted to release his frustration. An hour later, he was still pissed, still hard and late getting to an auction for the first time. His ranch was known for its superb breeding program of both cattle and horses and it was essential to his business that he seeks out top livestock on a regular basis. This particular auction had both a stallion and a bull he was particularly interested in and it only added to his irritation that he had allowed a slip of a girl with big purple eyes and curly black hair to divert him from his goal. As he headed downstairs, he swore he could put her out of his mind as easily as any other woman. Several hours later, RJ swore if he ever saw Amy again, he’d make sure she couldn’t sit down for a week and then he’d fuck her so hard, so deep, she’d think twice before reneging on a bet with him. That had to be it, he thought sourly as he took a long pull on his beer while he waited for the next bull to be shown. The fact she hadn’t kept her promise had to be the reason he was still in such a foul mood, even after winning the bid on a Palomino stallion that was sure to produce some awesome offspring. RJ couldn’t abide liars or cheats and she had turned out to be both. “Hey, boss, what’s eatin you?” Gary, his foreman for over ten years, leaned against the rail next to him, sipping from his own beer. “I just made a damn fine investment. What makes you think anything’s eatin me?” he snapped. Gary chuckled, nudged the brim of his hat back and simply looked him in the eye with the patience of someone who knew him well. Heaving a deep sigh, RJ gave him a dirty look before eyeing the bulls that were up for bids that afternoon, hoping Gary had enough good sense to drop the matter. He didn’t. “Have anything to do with that little filly you took up with last night?” Gary grinned at RJ’s glare. He knew well enough that his friend and boss’s bark was worse than his bite. “Drop it Gary, before I blacken one of those pretty baby blues the girls like so much.” “Yeah, yeah, I’m shake’in in my boots. I was hoping to catch a glimpse of her today, maybe more than that at the bonfire tonight.” “Not gonna happen,” RJ ground out, wondering if Amy would have gone for some of the exhibitionism that often occurred at these weekend cookouts. He would have liked to fuck her in front of everyone, show her tight body and eager enthusiasm off to his friends, and maybe invite one over to join them. RJ groaned and reached down to adjust himself, drawing another chuckle from Gary. “Not one word, Gary. Not one fucking word.” Gary held up his hands in mock innocence, his blue eyes lit with mirth. “I’m not saying anything boss, not one little comment.” RJ grinned back at him. “Here comes our boy. Let’s see if he’s good enough for our girls back home.” By Saturday night, RJ’s foul mood had improved with the help of a few beers and the buxom blond in his arms. In a campsite near the auction arena, about twenty area ranchers gathered to

celebrate their purchases and visit with neighbors they only saw a few times a year. A large bonfire dominated the center, surrounded by picnic tables, bales of hay and camping chairs. Leaning back on the bales he had claimed, RJ pulled Lisa into his arms and crushed his mouth to hers. He had hooked up with her before at different functions and she knew the score, which made it so much easier. A rodeo groupie, Lisa indulged in all the raunchy sex that accompanied that crowd, but, as she was fond of telling him, he was her favorite lay. “Baby, your belt buckle’s digging into my butt. What do you say we take it off,” she muttered against his mouth as her hands eagerly released his belt and carefully lowered his zipper over his raging erection. “Oh, baby, is this for me?” RJ mumbled an inane reply as she took him in her hands. Leaning his head back, eyes closed, he fumbled blindly with the buttons on her blouse while the music and revelry went on around them. Between Lisa’s talented fingers and the open displays of sexuality going on around them, he was primed and ready to fuck. He opened his eyes as Lisa’s breasts fell into his hands and he couldn’t help but compare her larger, heavier build to that of a dainty, smaller one. “Ah, fuck,” he muttered as Amy’s face intruded on his fun. “That’s what we’re gonna do, baby,” Lisa purred as she quickly unfastened her own jeans and shoved them down, heedless of all the onlookers. RJ saw several people watching them, eyeing Lisa’s bopping tits and wiggling ass as she shimmied out of her jeans. Several couples were likewise engaged, fucking in various positions, getting their thrills by having an audience and inviting a partner or two to join them. RJ rose up swiftly and flipped Lisa over the bale of hay, ass up, head down, his favorite position. “Damn right, baby,” he said, knowing his sarcastic emphasis on ‘baby’ went right over her head. RJ swatted her turned up ass hard several times, eliciting a moan from her. When he had raised a bright red hue on both buttocks, he grabbed her hips and thrust into her cunt. Eyes glued to her spread legs, he pounded into her, taking her roughly, just the way they both liked. Sweat dripping down his brow, he worked her cunt hard, his thumbs digging into her cheeks as he fantasized about another woman in this position, another pretty red ass bent over for his pleasure, and another voice crying out her release. RJ felt Lisa’s pussy ripple around his dick as she started to come, but her eager response to his driving force was more feigned than real. In the past that had never bothered him, she was the one who continually sought him out and offered herself to him knowing what he liked. He recalled Amy’s surprise at the pleasure she found with him and the avid way she reached for and embraced that pleasure, causing him to once again curse her for skipping out on him. As he erupted into Lisa’s grasping pussy, he could only hope Amy was missing him as he was her. Amy shoved the large dildo deep into her pussy making sure it rasped her clit with each inward thrust and outward pull. No matter how hard she fucked herself with her favorite toy, she failed to achieve the heights of pleasure that she had with RJ. Memories of his hard hand swatting her buttocks, his thick finger buried in her ass, the taste of his come in her mouth all brought her to a feverish pitch but weren’t enough to send her to the peak that reality had. Rolling to her side, she clasped her hand between her thighs, the dildo buried deep in her grasping cunt as she reached behind her with her free hand. Running her finger lightly over her anus brought a gush of added moisture to her pussy. Imagining it was RJ behind her, RJ spreading her cheeks and watching closely as he inserted his finger deep into her rectum brought her to a quick climax. In a lewd parody, her hips thrust forward against her pumping hand, then back against her invading digit. Back and forth she rocked, pleasure filling her senses, memories and longing enveloping her mind until she lay in a shuddering heap of exhaustion, frustration and disappointment.

Amy stumbled into the small shower of the cheap motel room and doused herself with a spray of cold water before turning the knob to warm. Last night, when she had fled RJ’s bed, she had driven around for an hour berating herself for giving in to temptation and loneliness. She should have known from past experiences that men were nothing but trouble. Now, for the first time, she knew what it felt like to be brought to climax by a man’s cock, mouth, fingers, and the pleasure was indescribably pleasurable and fearfully addicting. Thankfully, she would never see RJ again and hopefully, in a few weeks, she would be able to put last night aside, a fond happening, but one not to be repeated. As someone who would be spending the rest of her life on the run, constantly looking over her shoulder for the law to catch up to her, she couldn’t afford the distraction of personal entanglements, no matter how hot the guy or how inexplicably aroused he made her. Amy had intended to rouse herself early Sunday morning, get instructions to the Kincaid ranch and arrive there early this afternoon, giving herself more time to get acquainted with her home for the next year. However, a sleepless night brought on by erotic remembrances of a large, hard man bringing her to peak after peak of intense pleasure caused her to sleep until late morning. Technically, she wasn’t supposed to report for her new job as the Kincaid ranch’s new cook until tomorrow morning, but she wanted to get familiar with the kitchen and meal schedule today so she could be better prepared to fix breakfast for over ten ranch hands in the morning. After holding the prestigious position of chef at one of New York’s most popular restaurants, a ranch cook was a step down career wise for her, but being secluded on a ranch in the middle of nowhere, isolated from the general public, including the police, had been a big incentive to answer the ad she found listed on the internet upon reaching Las Vegas, her original destination. After spending two weeks looking for a job in Vegas, the only offers she got were those reminiscent of her days on the streets of New York. After putting herself through cooking school by stripping in an upscale club and landing the job at Maxim’s, she swore to herself she’d never return to supporting herself by such desperate measures again. Meeting, and trusting, Jedidiah had quickly put an end to her dream job and eventually sent her on the run. In the last two years, she had managed to support herself by using her hard earned skills in the kitchen and she wasn’t about to change now. She had quickly emailed the application to Rand Kincaid from the computer in the lobby of her hotel and was pleased to find a reply a few hours later. A few emails later and she had a new job several hundred miles away from the largest city in the Midwest. After Mr. Kincaid had emailed her a contract that finalized her pay, which included room and board and a commitment to one year employment, she had dropped the signed contract in the mail and let him know when she would be arriving. The one year requirement had made her pause briefly, but she had decided if she had to run unexpectedly before the year was up, she could always change her name again and slip away undetected. After all, she had done so twice now since fleeing New York. Amy quickly showered and dressed before gathering her few belongings and putting them in her car before going into the small motel office to check out. “Leaving us so soon, little lady?” the friendly motel owner asked in his western drawl. “I am if you can tell me how to get to the Kincaid Ranch.” Amy smiled at the older man. “Sure can. It’s a good thing it’s a nice day for a drive cause it’s out a ways from town. You got friends working for Rand?” “No, I’m the new cook. I wanted to get there today instead of early tomorrow. How far is it?” “It’s a good hour, about twenty minutes of that off the main highway. Here, let me write it down for you.” Amy went over the instructions and hoped she didn’t get lost or stuck out there. She didn’t own a cell phone and her car wasn’t in the most reliable condition after all the miles she had put on it. Her finances were running low and after fleeing Cleveland to avoid questioning by the police

about the fire that had destroyed the duplex she was renting from Brian’s grandmother, a fire that had resulted in that dear lady’s death, she hadn’t had any money to spare for maintenance on her aging vehicle. Mr. Kincaid would be giving her her thousand dollar incentive bonus for agreeing to the one year requirement stipulation in her contract, but not until she actually arrived on his ranch. Her low finances were another reason she had so readily agreed to his terms. After paying the motel bill, Amy had enough cash to fill her tank and get a hamburger before heading out. “Thank you for your help,” she told the manager. “You be careful, little lady. If you get into trouble or lost, just stay with your car. That highway gets its share of traffic, and once you turn off it, there’s always someone coming or going from Kincaid’s ranch that’ll find you. He’s got the biggest spread around here and folks are mighty friendly.” Amy smiled her thanks thinking he was right, people were friendlier in the Midwest. Out east she never would have encountered such hospitality or been treated with such courtesy and respect. Even when she had been skulking out of the Carlton, and it had to have been obvious to the doorman what she had been doing with RJ for those four hours, he still tipped his hat courteously and bestowed a kind, non judgmental smile upon her. If she wasn’t careful, she could find herself liking the slower, laid back atmosphere of this area, easily allowing it to lull her into a false sense of security and let her guard down. Something she couldn’t afford as it could prove to be detrimental to her freedom. An hour later, Amy was no longer concerned with finding herself enamored of the great Midwest. Lifting the hood of her steaming engine, she cursed a blue streak. She knew how to change a flat tire, but that was about it. Maybe she shouldn’t have ignored the loud pop and consequent rattling coming from her engine fifteen minutes ago, about five miles from the turnoff that would finally lead her to this godforsaken ranch. Amy shielded her eyes and looked around. Blue sky and open prairie for as far as she could see did not look appealing at the moment. Shortly after turning onto the dirt road that was depicted by the large Kincaid Ranch sign, her engine started steaming. Having no choice but to get as much distance out of it as possible, she crept along for a few miles until her poor car just quit. By the directions given to her by the motel manager, she was still a good fifteen miles from the ranch. Delivering a toe jarring kick to her tire, she blew out a frustrated breath, trying to decide if she should remain here, by her car, as she was advised to do in case of an emergency, or if she should take off on foot. Not one to sit idle for long, Amy waited ten minutes, then locked the car and started out, cursing with each step. Nothing for miles, she wondered just what the hell people did living out this far from civilization. Suddenly a year stuck out here with a bunch of cowboys and smelly animals didn’t sound at all appealing and even though the scenario was ideal for her main purpose of avoiding detection, she was already formulating a plan of escape. Ten minutes later, the sound of a vehicle approaching from up the road interrupted her musings of flight. Amy waited while a large pickup truck slowly came to a stop and a lanky young man got out. Tipping his hat, he greeted her with a concerned look. “Ma’am, are you out here alone?” “Not anymore.” Amy gave him a cheeky grin, elated to see another person, especially one who was driving a truck with the Kincaid Ranch logo on the side. “My car broke down…” The kid frowned at her, interrupting, “You should’ve stayed with it, ma’am. It’d be safer than walking unprotected out here.” Amy was hot, thirsty and cranky and didn’t appreciate the lecture. “So I was told. Are you a demented serial killer?” “Of course not!” he exclaimed. Amy grinned at his look of appalled indignation. “Then I’m safe, right?”

“Now you are, but if I hadn’t shown up, there’s no telling what harm could have befallin you.” “Seeing as there’s nothing around for miles, what could possibly have happened other than blisters from a long hike?” Tipping his hat back, he rolled his eyes. “Don’t tell me. City girl, right?” “Your point?” Amy crossed her arms and glared up into his cute face. Were all cowboys tall, she wondered. “My point is the coyotes that, if frightened, will attack, the rattlesnake will attack without being frightened and this sun will burn that pretty white skin without you being aware of it until it’s too late.” Amy glanced nervously around looking for wild dogs and slithering snakes. “I’m sorry for being rude,” she apologized. “I’m hot, tired and thirsty and I would really appreciate a ride to the Kincaid ranch, if it’s not too much trouble.” “You’re going to Kincaid’s? Does the boss know you’re coming?” “Mr. Kincaid isn’t expecting me until tomorrow morning, but I arrived a day early and wanted to use the extra time to get acclimated. I’m Amy, the new chef.” The cowhand took her offered hand, grinning foolishly. “You’re Al our new cook?” “Amy Louise Rollins, and I prefer to be called a chef. Eighteen months of hard labor at a cooking school earned me that step up.” “I’m Mike, one of the hands at the Kincaid spread. I’d be more than happy to give you a lift. Huh, if you don’t mind my asking, does the boss know you’re a woman?” “I’m not sure. Why, does it make a difference?” she asked as she allowed him to assist her up into the cab of the truck. “None at all, ma’am.” Amy wondered at the sarcastic slow drawl of his answer. She had simply signed her contract AL Rollins and she didn’t recall there being a gender request on the application, so she supposed it was possible Rand Kincaid thought he was hiring a man. Maybe, if he didn’t care for women employees, she could collect her bonus and be on her way. Mike silently offered her a bottle of water before driving back to her car, checking the engine and declaring she had a broken radiator hose. Retrieving her bag, he drove Amy the fifteen miles to the Kincaid Ranch. Amy’s eyes widened in surprise when they approached wide, double rod iron gates that opened onto what she presumed was Kincaid land. A stone and iron fence branched out from each end of the gate and seemed to go on for miles. They drove about another half mile before any buildings could be seen. “Just what do you do on all this land?” she asked Mike while silently wondering if she was going to go stark raving mad out here. Suddenly the anonymity of spending a year out in the boonies lost its appeal. “Raise cattle and breed the finest quarter horses in the state. It takes a lot of acres to raise over a thousand head of cattle and horses.” “I guess.” Amy didn’t know anything about animals, especially horses and cows, and didn’t want to know. The largest house Amy had ever seen came into view, a hacienda styled ranch that was surrounded by a wraparound porch and lush landscaping. When Mike pulled to a stop in front, she looked at him questioningly. “The boss just returned from Cheyenne and should be inside. I’ll introduce you.” Amy had hoped he would show her to her rooms so she could get cleaned up first, but he didn’t give her a chance to make that request as he quickly joined her and helped her down before she could do it herself. “I can make it,” she said, but he ignored her as he grasped her around the waist and lifted her down.

“I thought you were headed into town, Mike,” a deep voice said from the front porch. Amy couldn’t see around Mike’s tall frame, but she didn’t need to put a face with that voice. Hours spent hearing its commanding tone and harsh breaths in her ear insured she’d never forget it or the man. She closed her eyes in mortification and dread as Mike moved aside and answered his boss, and, apparently, hers. “I was headed that way, RJ, when I ran across this gal stranded on her way here. This here’s our new cook, Amy Louise Rollins.” Amy heard the distinctive smirk in Mike’s voice as he introduced her. Opening her eyes, she looked into the shocked face of the man she thought she’d never see again.

Chapter Five RJ’s surprise turned to anger as he looked at the woman he had been alternately cursing and craving for the past thirty-six hours. Her curly black hair was damp with sweat, her pale skin red from the afternoon sun and those striking purple eyes were rounded with surprised embarrassment. With a quickness that took him off guard, her countenance shifted to amused irony as she raised a dark brow and that tempting mouth lifted in a challenging smirk that caused his dick to harden and his hand to itch with the temptation to spank her delectable ass until that smirk was turned into a gasp of pain induced pleasure. “You’re Rand Kincaid?” she drawled, trying to hide her discomfort behind flippancy. One look at the man had her creaming her panties and reliving the feel of his hard body bringing her to orgasm after orgasm. “You’re AL Rollins?” he returned, finding the humor in the situation and grudging acceptance of his attraction to this woman. “Amy Louise. Your ad didn’t specify being male as a requirement, but I’m willing to forget the position if you’re willing to still give me the incentive bonus for all my trouble.” Amy’s mouth practically watered at the sight of him again. Wearing tight, worn jeans, a short sleeved shirt and his hat, he was the picture of every woman’s fantasy and her own private nightmare, no matter how many climaxes he had brought her to. There was no way she could work for the man for the next year and keep her hands off him. And screwing her boss could only lead to trouble and heartache. RJ nudged his hat back before fisting his hands on his hips to keep from hauling her into his arms for a hard, wet kiss. The temptation to mark her as his while letting her know how this was going to play out, was almost too much. But, remembering how good she was at fleeing from her obligations, he reined in his temper and impatience. “I’m not willing to forget the contract, and, though I’ve never employed a female cook before, I’ll assume your experience and credentials were credible and there’s no reason why you can’t fulfill your obligation.” It was all he could do to keep from grinning as those dark eyes snapped with irritation and her mouth tightened with disapproval. Glancing uncomfortably at Mike, she replied with suppressed emotion, “Surely, under the circumstances, you can see the problem with me staying here.” “Frankly, I don’t see a problem at all.” Grinning, he looked at Mike. “Mike, do you see a problem with Amy keeping the position as cook?” “Can’t say I do, boss. It’ll be nice to see a pretty face at the table for a change instead of another hardened cowboy.” Amy’s frustration came through when she snapped, “Look, Mr. Kincaid, I don’t think..” “Amy,” RJ chided, his mood downright jovial now that he had time to get over the shock of seeing her again. “After the other night, I think we can be a little less formal with each other.” She didn’t blush, which was promising for her ability to fit in here at his ranch, but the narrowing of her eyes told him she wasn’t happy. “Did you retrieve Ms. Rollins bags from her car, Mike?” “Sure did, boss, but the car’s gonna need a tow and some major work to make it reliable for her to get back and forth to town. It’s in pretty bad shape.” “Have it towed into town then.” Moving to the truck, he grabbed Amy’s suitcase before turning back to her. “Just one bag?” “I travel light so I can leave quickly and without any fuss,” Amy warned him. “Let me show you to your rooms and then we’ll discuss the repercussions of you trying to slip out of the terms of your contract.” Turning his back to her, he left her no choice but to follow him into his house while he tried to figure out how he could blackmail her back into his bed.

Amy followed him, her eyes admiring his tight ass while she tried to come up with a way to get out of this job and as far away from Rand Kincaid as she could. The four hours she had spent in his bed Friday had left her craving more of him, more of his brand of hard, domineering sex, more of the pleasure she received from his hard hands and cock and more of the comfort she felt sleeping in his hard arms. These were cravings she couldn’t afford to have for any man. She had been on her own for too long, dependent on only herself since she was sixteen. Her one lapse had cost her dearly, allowing herself to give in to her need to ease the loneliness of her solitary lifestyle could eventually cost her her freedom. The foyer of the sprawling ranch house was cool and dim and it took a moment for Amy’s eyes to adjust. As RJ led her down a wide hall and into a huge family room, all thoughts of running away were put on hold as she took in the comfortable, homey look and feel of his home. The back wall was floor to ceiling windows and wide patio doors that opened out onto a covered tiled patio and beautifully landscaped yard. Comfortable looking leather sofas and chairs faced the opposite wall with its rock hewn fireplace and big screened television and entertainment center. Small tables were interspersed between the seating and plush throw rugs lay spread out across the hard wood floor. Along the side wall was a long, mahogany bar with stools in front of it and a large mirror behind it. The room could easily hold fifty people comfortably and Amy wondered how much entertaining he did. “Down this hall are the bedrooms, Amy. Follow me.” RJ led the way down a wide hallway, past several doors until he got to the end. “This room will be yours. It has an attached bathroom.” Amy took in the double bed with its pale blue comforter, the dresser and mirror, the wide reading chair and ottoman and the blue draped window that let in an abundance of sunshine in one sweeping glance. The room was nicer and homier feeling than any of the small, dingy motel rooms she had been staying in since fleeing Ohio and she knew instinctively she could become too complacent here in no time. Fear, desperation and longing had her turning angrily on her new boss. “Look, Mr. Kincaid…” “Friday night it was RJ,” Rand said calmly as he set her bag down and faced her. “Friday night is exactly why I can’t stay here and take this job.” RJ’s frustration was evident as he strode to her, grabbed her arms and pressed her against the wall. Glaring down into her startled, wary face, he relaxed his hold, but didn’t let go. “Friday night is exactly why you’re going to stay here and fulfill your contract. We had a bet, one you reneged on. You owe me.” “I agreed to fuck you, which I did,” she retorted while trying desperately to ignore the feel of his hard-on pressed against her and the desire it brought on. What was the matter with her that she could become so aroused, so quickly with this man? “You agreed to stay the night, which you didn’t do. You owe me several more hours in the sack, or on the floor, or,” his head lowered as he nipped her earlobe, hard, “against the wall.” Amy moaned, turning her head automatically to give him easier access. “You can’t possibly want me to spend several more hours fucking you and then spend the next year working for you,” she whispered disbelievingly while fighting that illogical part of her that wanted to do just that. “No, I want you to spend the next year fucking me, and cooking for my ranch hands. And quit saying fuck, it’s not nice.” Amy burst out laughing and turned her head to disabuse him of that thought, but his mouth latching onto hers stopped any protest she was about to make. His lips were just as hard as she remembered, his tongue just as wet and soft. Without conscious thought, she kissed him back, moaning softly when she opened at his insistence. Amy had never been kissed with such arrogance, such passion, and had never enjoyed a kiss more. His tongue explored every inch of her mouth, his teeth nipped at her wet lips, his breath took hers away. Memories of the other night came rushing

back, the painful spanking that led to the shattering climax, the hard feel of his body and cock as he took her, the foreign invasion of his finger in her ass making her ache for more. Amy wanted all that again, and more. Craved his touch, his body, his cock until she ached. And that was enough to scare her back to reality. Bracing her hands against his chest, she pushed, pulling her mouth from his. “Stop. I can’t do this.” If Rand hadn’t heard the desire, the longing in her voice, he would’ve let her go. Well, maybe, he thought ruefully as he looked down at her swollen lips and then further to the obvious pucker of her nipples, their pointed hardness testament to her arousal. “Are you wet, Amy?” RJ cupped her crotch through her jeans, watching as her eyes first widened then glazed over with lust. “That doesn’t matter, RJ. I can’t…” Amy gasped as her jeans fell to her knees and Rand dragged her to the bed. Before she could grasp his intent, he sat down and hauled her unceremoniously over his lap, jerking her panties down. “Dammit, RJ, what do you think you’re…ow!” she cried out as his hand came down hard on her bare ass, the fiery pain bringing an instant gush of pleasure to her cunt. Her hands flew behind her, whether to protect herself from another swat or to deny the pleasure she felt from the previous one, she didn’t know. Rand simply grasped both her wrists in one large hand while swatting her delectable ass with the other before moving it between her legs to test her response. Just as he thought, she was gushing in excitement. “You can’t deny this, sweetheart, can you?” he asked harshly, his cock hard as nails at the feel of her wet, tight cunt gripping his fingers. “You want this, you want me, just as much as I want you.” Amy moaned in miserable acceptance, pain warring with lust as he swatted her again, and again, his hand landing hard and fast on her buttocks, tormenting every inch of her flesh. She couldn’t think, she could only feel. She knew she should break away from him and get out of here as fast as possible, but right now all she could do was give in to the lust as it encompassed her entire being. Lifting her ass, she accepted, no begged for each smack, gasping with the erotic pain as her buttocks swelled and heated. She imagined what they looked like as she gyrated on his lap, bright red with the smell of her potent arousal filling their senses. “Admit it, Amy,” RJ demanded, needing to hear her say the words. Her ass was glowing, her buttocks lifting enticingly for each smack of his hand, his jeans dampening with her copious juices. “Please, RJ, I can’t do this,” she cried, unable to prevent the tears from flowing down her cheeks. Another hard smack landed in the middle of her buttocks followed by the insertion of two hard fingers in her grasping cunt. “Yes, you can. Let go, sweetheart. I promise I’ll catch you.” Amy fought it for as long as possible, fought her need for him and what he could do to her, until he pulled his cum soaked fingers from her cunt and moved them up to her anus. He had barely penetrated her back hole when she cried out, “Yes!” and lifted her ass for his full penetration, acknowledging her surrender. Right now, she needed to come more than she needed to breathe, and she simply didn’t have it in her to deny herself this pleasure. The feel of his fingers invading her ass had her coming instantly. She had never imagined anal play could feel so good, or that she could come with that type of stimulation. It was this pleasure, this never before experience with a man, that she had been denying and wanting to run from. Now, all she could do was embrace the pleasure, accept the inevitable, and pray it didn’t lead to her downfall. Rand couldn’t remember a more beautiful sight than her lifting her reddened buttocks for his fingers or hearing her cry out her acceptance. Letting go of her wrists, he finger fucked both her orifices until she came screaming, her hips bucking against his hard thighs and cock, her small body

shaking with the pleasure of her orgasm. She took both his fingers up her ass easily until they were buried to the top knuckles. His hands worked her ass and pussy until her contractions clenched around all his digits. Rand lifted her easily and unceremoniously tossed her face down on the bed, leaving her legs dangling over the side. “I’ve got to have you, sweetheart,” he stated breathlessly as he stood, released his engorged cock and entered her without preamble. The fit was extra tight since her jeans were still around her knees, but that just turned him on more. Her firm, but softly rounded buttocks and clinging pussy were all that he needed at the moment. “That’s it, Amy, lift that ass for me, feel how hard I am, how much those red cheeks turn me on,” he rasped in her ear as he bent over her and thrust repeatedly into her wet depths. “Oh, God, RJ, that feels so good, you feel so good,” she moaned, her breathing labored, her hands clenched in the covers as she lifted for each hard thrust. “Your pussy is like a hot glove wrapped around me, squeezing me. Come for me, Amy, come now.” When she cried out her release and her cunt contracted around him, RJ groaned, loving the feel of her coming apart. Her climax soaked his dick as he lay over her and continued to pound into her, denying himself satisfaction until he brought her to another climax. She felt so small under him, but she met him stroke for stroke as he pistoned his hips faster and faster, his face next to hers on the bed, their legs tangled together over the side. Grabbing hold of her clenched fists, he ordered harshly, “Again, Amy. Let me feel you coming again with me.” “I can’t,” she panted, but her body belied her words. Within seconds she was coming again and RJ couldn’t hold back any longer, didn’t want to wait a second longer to erupt into her tight sheath. Right before he came it dawned on him he hadn’t protected himself, or her, and with frustrated reluctance, he swiftly pulled out of her warm, wet clinging sheath and spilled his seed on her quivering buttocks. The feel of RJ ejaculating on her ass was like a dose of cold water. Amy shuddered in disbelief as she waited for him to lift off her. Never in her life had she come so many times in such a short span, nor come so hard and been so swept away by passion that she had completely forgotten about birth control. As RJ lifted off her, she felt the warm stickiness of his come and imagined what it looked like on her reddened buttocks. “Don’t move,” RJ said as he adjusted his jeans. “I’ll clean you up.” Amy didn’t think she could move right that second anyway, so his order was moot. Catching her breath, feeling decadent as she lay across the bed with her pants pulled down, she tried to make sense of her response to her new boss and figure out what she was going to do about it. She couldn’t deny her attraction to him, or her uncharacteristic response to his hard body. She loved being able to come with a man, with this man, but was an orgasm worth the risk of her staying here for a year, getting closer to him each day, thus risking her anonymity? Ever since she had left Jedidiah lying in a pool of his own blood, she had lived in fear of being caught and taken to prison for his death. It wouldn’t matter that it had been self defense. With her past record and no witnesses, she knew she wouldn’t stand a chance in a trial. For two years she had managed to avoid any entanglements by keeping a low profile and avoiding any potential interaction with the law. The isolation of RJ’s ranch offered her a safe haven, but a sexual relationship for a year with her boss could jeopardize her safety. “Quit thinking so hard,” RJ said as he laid a warm cloth on her buttocks and proceeded to wash off his drying come. Amy rolled over, stood up and pulled up her jeans. She winced as the rough denim chafed her sore buttocks, then glared at him when he smirked knowingly. “What is it with you and spanking?” “Tell me it didn’t get you off,” he challenged her with knowing green eyes.

Amy shrugged indifferently. “I can’t very well deny the obvious, now can I? But, you have to realize that I can’t work for you and fu…” RJ held his finger against her lips, putting a stop to her complaint. “I don’t realize anything except I want you, on my terms, and you have a contract to fulfill. This is my spread. If I want to screw one of my employees, who’s going to complain?” “Me?” she asked when he lifted his finger. “Sweetheart, if you call all that moaning and panting complaining, then by all means, feel free to let it loose.” Amy ignored his grin and refused to give in to him. Folding her arms across her chest, she glared up at him. “If I stay, I am not going to continue sleeping with you. Take it or leave it.” She looked cute with that mutinous expression and her dark eyes glaring at him. Her inky hair was tousled, her cheek red where she had laid on the bed and her lips were puffy from his kisses. There was no way he was going to deny himself the pleasure of that small, tight body, but apparently he was going to have to take the time to show her what she was missing by insisting on a platonic, employer/employee relationship. “I’ve never forced a woman, and don’t intend to start now, neither by physical nor manipulative means. You might be handy because you’re here, but I’ve managed to maintain a very active sex life and imagine I can continue to do so.” He smiled inwardly when her brows drew down in a frown. “You’re responsible for three meals a day, six days a week, Sundays off. When you’re ready, I’ll show you the kitchen.” “So, we’re just going to forget this,” her arm swept towards the bed, “ever happened?” “If you can forget it, so can I,” he said as he turned towards the door. When he reached it, he turned back towards her with a knowing, confident grin. “Want to bet you give in?” Amy couldn’t stand to let him leave with that smug attitude, besides, she was always a sucker for a bet. “What’s your wager, boss?” RJ smiled at her emphasis on the title boss. “If you give in and ask me to make love to you, then we remain lovers until your contract ends.” “And if I don’t?” “Then we both lose, sweetheart. But,” he added quickly, “I’ll give you another bonus at the end of the year if you win.” “You’re on. And, RJ? Just for the record, what we’ve done is fucked, not made love.” RJ strode back over to her and, before she could balk, grabbed her and kissed her hard. Lifting his mouth from hers, he stated emphatically, “Amy, I swear, the next time you say ‘fuck’ I’m going to spank you again.” “That’s a little like the pot calling the kettle black, don’t you think?” She was continuously amused by his contradictions and blend of gentlemanly charm and rough dominance. “Just remember my warning. When you’re done unpacking, meet me in the den.”

Chapter Six Amy took her time unpacking her things. Unfortunately, she didn’t have that much and in less than twenty minutes she had her jeans and tops folded away and her toiletries set up in the bathroom. Her buttocks still throbbed, though if she were honest with herself, the sensation was a pleasant reminder of the best sex she had ever had. Who was she kidding, she thought derisively as she gazed out the window. Her clumsy blowjobs and quick fucks with dried up, older men as a means of support could barely qualify for sex and the few tumbles she had indulged in with Brian ended with the same results, her being used and him glowing in satisfaction. Now she knew what if felt like to be satisfied by a partner and she was scared to death the experience was going to make it even more difficult for her to leave when her contract was up. Of course, she consoled herself as she went to find RJ, if things got too tense and unpleasant around him, she could always sneak off again. She had a contact back in New York who had helped her change her name both when she left New York and when she left Ohio. Even though the thought of once again changing her identity was depressing, having that option was a comfort. “That was quick,” RJ commented when she joined him in the den. “I don’t have that much, as you pointed out earlier.” “I also pointed out that there would be repercussions if you skipped out on your contract.” Amy had been hoping that had been an idle threat. Apparently, her hopes were in vain. “Such as?” she asked, needing to know what her options were. “Such as taking you to court for breach of contract,” he returned smoothly, not surprised when she blanched at the threat. “Somehow, I don’t believe you would want to risk that. Are you running from something, or someone, Amy?” Amy was good at hiding her thoughts, thus managed to quickly hide both her fear and guilt behind a cool façade. “I agreed to the job, RJ, and I need the work, but not to spilling my life story to you.” “Is that a yes or a no?” Amy sighed. “No, I’m not running from something or someone. Satisfied?” Technically, she didn’t lie. She wasn’t running from Jedidiah because he was dead and she had no idea if the police were looking for her or not because she hadn’t waited around to find out. “Not hardly sweetheart, but we’ll work on that.” Holding up the bottle of beer he had been sipping, he asked, “Want something before we take the tour of your new home?” “Just water please.” She decided she was going to need to keep her wits about her around this man. She had no experience dealing with men of RJ’s caliber. Young randy boys and horny old men she could handle easily. Strong, sexy men that made her climax while spanking her bare ass were way out of her league. “Your resume said you were a chef in a fancy restaurant in New York,” he said as he handed her the bottled water and led her down another hall. “Yes. I was lucky to apprentice there during culinary school and got lucky again when they offered me a permanent position.” “Why’d you leave?” “Because nothing’s permanent. Oh my God!” she gasped as he led her into a wet dream of a kitchen. The far wall bore a huge bay window above a large triple sink that looked out the front of the house. Restaurant sized appliances in stainless steel, pots and pans of every size and plenty of marble topped counter space, including a large island, made her ache to start cooking. Sunshine poured in the large window and Amy knew she was going to enjoy the hours she would be spending here.

RJ smiled at her innocent reaction to what he took for granted. It was just a kitchen to him, containing the necessary equipment needed to feed between eight and twelve hungry men three times a day. His phone rang, drawing his attention away from the delight of her rapt expression. “Feel free to acquaint yourself while I get this,” he said after seeing it was his brother on the line. Amy ran her hands lightly over the smooth counters, looked into cupboards and drawers and inspected the contents of the refrigerator and freezer. The pantry was the size of a small room and held a variety of staples, but she was already forming a grocery list in her mind. It was obvious RJ and his hands lived on meat and potatoes. By the time RJ had finished his call, she had decided that she would be introducing them to vegetables and fruit. “I know you’re used to whipping up fancy meals,” RJ said when he hung up and he noted her frown. “But the men and I need filling meals with lots of protein. This is a working ranch and we have big appetites.” “I can handle that,” she assured him, deciding it would be best if she just started to include a ‘green thing’ with their half a cow instead of giving him advanced warning. “Do your employees like desserts?” RJ’s eyes widened appreciatively before he smiled slowly. “I haven’t had a full time chef out here for six months, ever since Charlie retired. He’d been with the ranch since I was a kid. The only time we had desserts was when my mother baked them. Trust me, if you make nothing but a batch of cookies once a week, the boys’ll love you.” Amy smiled in anticipation. She loved fixing desserts. Meals were a necessity, sweets were just plain fun. “I think I can come up with a few treats for your hard working crew. And, RJ? You’re the last person I’d trust.” RJ grabbed her by the shoulders and lifted her easily off her feet for a quick, hard kiss. “Smart girl,” he said, releasing her and grabbing her hand. “Come on. I’ll give you a tour of the barn and stables. The dining room is in there,” he said pointing to a room off the kitchen, “but the hands bathe and sleep in their own quarters.” “Wait,” she said, trying unsuccessfully to pull her hand free of his. She refused to admit how good his large, callused palm felt engulfing her smaller one. “I really need to have someone drive me to the store to get supplies. There are quite a few things I’m going to need before tomorrow. And I need to come up with some menus.” “I tell you what. Sit down and make a list and I’ll call one of the hands who is already in town and have him pick up your order. You were only supposed to be here in time tomorrow to prepare dinner, so let’s stick with that since I have the time right now to show you around. Sunday’s are quiet around here and I’ve got a busy week ahead of me, so you’ll be mostly on your own.” There was a table and six chairs in a nook where Amy took a seat and jotted down some necessities that would at least see her through this week. Against her better judgment, she wanted to spend more time with her new boss. She enjoyed bantering with him, enjoyed their flirtation, and, now that she didn’t have to worry about becoming too involved with him through sex, she could relax and enjoy her new job. She could have told him that being on her own didn’t bother her, in fact she preferred it that way. But, being a city girl, she was curious about how things were run in such an isolated location. Ten minutes later, she handed him the paper that was filled front and back. “Is that too much? I know it’s going to be costly, but…” RJ waved his hand, cutting her off as he glanced at the list. “I can afford it.” Grabbing his phone, he punched in a few numbers. “Rory,” he said after a few rings. “Are you still in town?” It took him another ten minutes to relay the list to Rory before he disconnected and smiled at her. “What was the bribe of cookies for?”

“He wasn’t planning on returning to the ranch until tomorrow since he isn’t on the schedule until ten, but I thought you might want the stuff this evening.” “If he gets here early enough, I can make a batch tonight.” RJ grabbed her hand and led her outside thinking he made a good choice when he hired her. The only thing that worried him was the obvious aversion she had about sharing anything personal about herself, indicating, to his mind, that she was hiding something. It could be something innocuous and that had nothing to do with her job performance, but, since he intended for them to be much more than employer/employee, he found himself wanting to know everything about her. That desire to know her outside of the bedroom was enough to warn him that this attraction went deeper than the physical. A first for him, but something he was more than willing to explore. Stepping off the porch, he pointed to the left with his free hand while maintaining his hold on her smaller one. “That’s the cattle barn. Although it looks close, it’s about a mile away. This time of the year, most of the herd are left outside to free graze. Winters can be harsh, so they spend some time inside during those months. Over here,” he said as he led her towards a large white structure trimmed in green and surrounded by white fence corrals, “is the stable where the horses are housed.” Amy smiled at the pride in his voice, wondering what the big deal was about a bunch of cows and horses. Her only association with animals had been the strays on the streets of New York, a few of which she had become attached to after feeding them for a few months only to lose them one way or another. Even though they had helped to ease the loneliness, the pain of their eventual loss wasn’t worth their short companionship. Once she landed the regular job at the strip club, got a small place to stay and enrolled in school, she hadn’t had the time or the heart to look into getting a pet. “What exactly do you do with all these cows and horses?” RJ smiled down at her. “Cattle,” he corrected her. “We breed the cattle for either auction or the meat market and we breed the horses for sale. I have one of the most successful breeding programs of both quarter horses and thoroughbreds.” Amy still couldn’t get enthused about his business, especially if his animals were nothing but a money ticket to him. “I take it there’s a lot of money in both endeavors,” she commented as they reached the wide open doors of the stables. “If you’re conscientious, good and lucky. I’m all three.” He wasn’t boasting, she realized, just stating facts. The interior of the stables surprised her. Neatly swept concrete floors separated two rows of sweet smelling straw strewn stalls. A dozen horses of different colors had their heads over the half gates obviously looking for a handout, while another half dozen stalls were currently empty. Amy had never been this close to a horse before and she tentatively reached out to stroke the velvety nose of a beautiful black mare. “That’s Black Beauty, a favorite around here. She’s given me two very profitable colts.” Amy turned snapping violet eyes up to him. “Is that all she is to you? A moneymaker?” RJ smiled at her indignation as his cock stirred. Damn but it turned him on when she spit at him. “I care about all my horses, Amy, but the truth is, they are a business. They have a good life here despite the money I make from them.” Amy ran her hand down the mare’s sleek neck, trying to ignore the heated lust she saw in RJ’s green eyes. The man got turned on way too easily she thought sourly, ignoring the leap of answering lust that coursed through her, tightening her nipples and dampening her panties with disgusting ease. “I just seems rather callous if you ask me,” she stated with a decisive pout. “Have you ever ridden?” he asked, pulling her down the aisle toward the opposite doors that were also open.

“No, as a matter of fact, this is the closest I’ve ever been to a horse,” she answered, waving her arm, indicating the filled stalls. “Really?” The ease with which she had approached Beauty and stroked her made him think she had previous experience with the breed. “When I have time, I’ll give you riding lessons, but don’t attempt to ride any of these horses without me. Some are quite docile, but there are a few that require an experienced hand.” “Since they all seem to be as tall as you, I have no great desire to climb on top of one.” Stepping outside and up to a rail that held one of his in season mares and his new stallion, RJ slipped behind her, loosely caging her in front of him with his hands braced on the rail. “You could start by riding me,” he whispered in her ear before biting her earlobe gently. Amy closed her eyes against that enticing suggestion as just the thought of riding his big hard body had her nipples hardening even more, her cunt swelling and filling with moisture. “RJ,” she warned breathlessly. RJ chuckled knowingly. “I never said I wouldn’t try to persuade you into my bed, Amy. Watch,” he ordered abruptly when the stallion and mare started dancing around each other. Amy opened her eyes, eyeing the aggressive stallion and shy mare while trying to ignore the hard cock pressing into her buttocks. The horses pranced around each other, large teeth nipping, tails lifted high, sexual organs swollen and needy. When the stallion mounted the mare from behind, she gasped at the sheer dominance of the larger animal. “Is he hurting her?” she demanded breathlessly when the mare whinnied loudly and bucked in protest. “Not at all,” he assured her. “They’re just playing the same games people play when getting to know each other.” RJ reached over and cupped her braless breast through her tee shirt. “Your nipples are hard, Amy.” Amy moaned, refusing to deny what was so obvious. When the stallion reared back and plunged his engorged cock into the mare with one hard thrust, she gasped and pushed against the broad hand that felt so good. “Remember when I rode you that hard, sweetheart?” he asked as he moved his other hand to her crotch and cupped her sex. His teeth nibbled on her neck as he fondled her openly with the mating animal sounds echoing around them. “Yes,” she acknowledged, thrusting her hips against his hand then back against his cock. The sight of the horses mating so vigorously brought back the pleasure she had felt at this man’s hands, from this man’s cock. With moves made smooth from years of experience, RJ slipped his hand under her shirt to cup her breast as he deftly unsnapped and lowered the zipper on her jeans with his other hand. “I need to touch you,” he admitted hoarsely as he slid his hand inside her jeans and panties and cupped her pussy. “You’re so soft, your folds are plump and wet. Christ, you turn me on like no other.” “I find that hard to believe,” she moaned as he slipped a finger into her cunt and pinched her nipple at the same time. This wasn’t sex, she told herself as she widened her legs and grasped the rail in front of her. It was just play, a relief of tensions, easing a need brought on by the erotic images the horses vigorous mating brought on. RJ found it hard to believe also, but there was no denying it. He hadn’t been able to get her out of his mind since Friday night and he was discovering the more he had her, the more he wanted her, wanted to introduce her to the sexually open lifestyle that went on around his ranch. “I could convince you, if you’d let me.” Slipping another finger into her cunt, he pressed his thumb against her clit just as the stallion bucked hard and nipped the mare on her neck, both animals dancing a dance as old as time.

Amy closed her eyes and mind to the erotic images his words provoked, but she couldn’t deny her body’s need for this man, her uncharacteristic response to his hands, his body, his cock. The orgasm burst upon her, fast, hard and undeniable. She whimpered as he fingered her wet depths ruthlessly, giving her no time to adjust, to deny or move away from the sensations rioting through her, taking over her senses so completely she was left with nothing but shudders of pleasure and questions about her sanity. RJ clenched his teeth against the feel of her pussy clenching tightly around his fingers, the hot swollen nub of her clit against his rasping thumb, the dampness pouring from her sheath to coat his fingers and hand. She was so small and delicate yet so fucking responsive as she gyrated against his hand and his cock, her moans and whimpers making his cock weep in response. “Easy sweetheart,” he crooned softly as she shuddered against him. “Your pussy’s so soft, Amy, so wet and tight and so damn fucking soft. Just like these babies.” His hand on her breast moved to the other one and kneaded that neglected mound thoroughly. Amy opened her eyes as her climax subsided to small tremors, her body sated, her breathing labored. The first thing she saw was the horses had separated and now galloped around the corral like two playful friends. The second thing she saw was Mike leaning against the rail opposite the corral from them, his hand wrapped around his exposed cock, a grin on his handsome face, his eyes on RJ’s hand still buried in her pants. “Oh my God!” she exclaimed, ruthlessly denying the thrill she felt at discovering he had been watching them. RJ chuckled without remorse. “I see you’ve finally noticed Mike. Relax, Amy,” he insisted as she tried to pull away from him. “Stuff like this goes on around here all the time. Nobody thinks anything of it.” “You could’ve warned me. Now, would you please remove your hands?” Amy was relieved when Mike turned away and she didn’t question or look to see if he was finishing his hand job or not. She couldn’t prevent the slight shudder of loss that rippled through her when RJ pulled his hands from her pants and shirt and casually restored her clothing. Amy felt RJ’s sharp eyes on her as she broke away from him and strode back to the house. She didn’t know if her shortness of breath was from her explosive climax, the added thrill she felt at discovering they had an audience or her disappointment that RJ had released her so easily. All she knew for sure was that if she wasn’t very careful, she could become very attached to RJ, his home and his lifestyle, an attachment that could only lead to heartache.

Chapter Seven Amy washed up and then busied herself getting acquainted with her new kitchen and trying to come to terms with her lust for her boss and his dominant brand of sex. Finding her way around the kitchen, throwing together a casserole for anyone who needed something to eat that evening and mixing ingredients for a batch of four dozen oatmeal cookies was easy compared to finding a simple solution to her uncharacteristic and unwanted attraction to her boss. Amy didn’t know where her love of cooking came from or why she found comfort in keeping busy in a hot kitchen. Jedidiah used to tell her she transferred her need to please men by using her body to pleasing them through her cooking, but she knew that was just psychological bullshit. She turned tricks and stripped out of necessity, she cooked to please herself. The pleasure others found in her dishes was just a side benefit for her. Jedidiah would also lock her in a dark closet for hours after backhanding her for even thinking about giving in to JR and returning to his bed. But he wasn’t here to save her from herself, as he was wont to preach, so it was up to her to reign in her late blooming libido. Taking the casserole out of the oven, she replaced it with a pan of cookies, vowing to make the most of this job by not having sex anymore with her boss. “Something smells really good in here.” Amy whirled around at the sound of that appreciative voice and smiled at yet another young cowboy. Tall and lanky with windblown blonde hair and brown bedroom eyes, he stood in the doorway with his arms loaded down with sacks. “You must be Rory with my groceries.” Amy beamed at him and moved to relieve him of one of the sacks. “Yes, ma’am. Don’t bother, just tell me where you want them.” “Anywhere is fine. Let me help you bring in the rest.” Rory smiled down at her thinking she was the cutest thing this ranch had seen in a long time and wondered if she was unattached. “How about if we make a deal?” “What is it with the men around here always wanting to make deals?” she muttered. “What’s that, ma’am?” “Nothing.” Amy noticed the interest in his eyes and warily asked, “What kind of deal?” Rory’s grin widened at her distrust and scowl. “I skipped dinner to get these supplies here tonight. How about a plate of whatever smells so good after I unload the rest?” “That’s a deal.” Ten minutes later, Amy set a heaping plate in front of Rory and smiled when he dug in with gusto. “The first batch of cookies will be out shortly,” she said as she began to unload the supplies. “Cookies too? Will you marry me?” RJ entered the kitchen in time to hear Rory’s remark and Amy’s laugh. He liked her laugh, it was open and infectious and made his cock harden. Hell, everything about this little slip of a girl made him hard. “She’s too smart to fall for a line like that,” he said as he took a seat next to Rory. “Got anymore of that?” Damn, his kitchen hadn’t smelled this good in months, he thought as his stomach growled loudly. “Of course.” Amy set a plate in front of him, trying to ignore the way her senses pulsed at just the sound of his voice and her pussy clenched in need. “Those can wait, can’t they? Aren’t you hungry?” The look on RJ’s face told her he was hungry for more than food, but she steadfastly ignored it and her own hungers. “Not really and I need to get the refrigerated things put away.”

RJ turned back to his plate and Rory, asking him how his day was. It was obvious he was on friendly, open terms with his employees. That shouldn’t surprise her, she thought wryly. He was certainly on friendly terms with her. Amy forced herself to tune out his deep voice and instead made mental notes about all the meals and desserts she could now fix with the supplies Rory had brought. He had gotten everything on her list plus, she noticed, a couple of bags of snack food. These men must eat twenty four hours a day, she mused as the refrigerator and pantry slowly became filled. She was just emptying the last bag when RJ came up behind her, set his plate in the sink and casually ran his hand familiarly over her buttocks, squeezed her right cheek and then moved away. Amy’s startled, aroused eyes flew to Rory who was approaching with his plate. Setting it in the sink, Rory smiled at her as if watching his boss fondle the cook’s ass was no big deal. “Thank you, ma’am. That was very good. Mind if I take a few cookies with me?” “Not at all,” she replied. “And, you can quit ‘ma’aming’ me. My name’s Amy. Although, some people around here could use a lesson in manners.” She turned a scowl on RJ only to find him grinning unrepentantly. “Gee, Rory, do you think I need to work on my manners?” “I think I’m going to see who’s up for some poker tonight. Nice to meet you, ma’am, er, Amy.” RJ braced his arms on either side of her, caging her in against the counter. Leaning down, he kissed her lightly, moved his lips to her ear and bit her earlobe before whispering, “Just think about how good my hand would have felt if you’d been wearing a skirt and no panties.” Her nipples tightened and her buttocks clenched at just the thought of that hard, calloused hand connecting with her bare flesh again. She tamped down her desire with ruthless intent and meant to shove him back, but when her hands connected with his hard chest, she let them rest there. “I told you I’m not sleeping with you again.” Damn, did her voice have to sound so breathless as she was trying to rebuke him? His chuckle was deep, sexy and knowing, which only irritated her more. “Sweetheart, when you finally give in, the last thing we’ll be doing is sleeping.” Amy ducked under his arm and moved away from him. “I need to finish up in here and then turn in. It’s been a long day. I know I’m not scheduled to, but I’d like to fix breakfast in the morning, which means that I’ll need to be up early.” RJ eyed her quietly for a moment before giving in. He was confident that he could wear her down eventually. “We start work by eight sharp. If the boys know we’ve got a cook already, as I’m sure they do by now, they’ll be filing in here a little after seven.” “I can handle that,” she assured him, wishing she was as sure she could handle him. Memories of the hours Amy had spent with RJ the previous Friday night and the hard, satisfying way he had fucked her upon her arrival at his ranch kept her tossing and turning most of the night. When she finally dozed off it was to dream of being bent over, feeling his hard hand connect repeatedly with the tender, sensitive flesh of her buttocks making her cunt spasm with unfulfilled need. She woke early, drenched in sweat, irritable with herself and him and horny. As she stepped under the hot spray of her shower, she tried to concentrate on this morning’s menu, but scrambled eggs, bacon and homemade cinnamon rolls wasn’t enough to keep her mind off her sexy boss and her uncharacteristic response to him. As she ran her soapy hands over her breasts, her nipples contracted painfully, making her ache for a harder touch on her sensitive buds. Leaning her head against the wall, she fondled both breasts, running her palms over her nipples repeatedly before grasping each one between her fingers and rolling them simultaneously in a tight pinch.

Gasping, she moaned as she felt the pleasure ripple through her, down her body straight to her pussy. Ignoring her empty, needy cunt for now, she concentrated on her breasts, recalling how RJ had sucked on them, tortured them with his lips, tongue and teeth. Never before had a man paid so much attention to her breasts, caused her pussy to gush so copiously by lavishing attention just on her nipples. Though she felt her pussy dampen with need as she pulled and pinched on her tender buds, it wasn’t near the desire she had achieved with RJ. A groan of frustration ripped through her as she reluctantly left her breasts and moved both sudsy hands down her torso, lifting her right foot onto the small seat as she did so. Two slick fingers slid easily into her hungry cunt, her swollen, wet walls sucking them in eagerly. Her thumb went unerringly to her clit, pressing hard, causing her to jolt and spill more of her juices onto her invading hand. This used to be the only way she achieved orgasm. Over the long lonely years, she had become a master at bringing herself to peak after peak of pleasure, learning how to draw it out or produce it quickly, whatever she happened to be in the mood for or have time for. As her climax neared, she whimpered in frustration as she found herself again comparing what she was feeling to what she had experienced with RJ. She fretted about ever achieving those heights again without him, a worry and frustration that drove her to move her free hand behind her and to penetrate her ass with a soapy finger in the hopes of bringing on an orgasm to rival those he had given her. The added anal stimulation increased her pleasure, but still not to the point that RJ’s fingers, mouth and cock had. Gyrating against both her invading hands, she vigorously finger fucked her orifices, crying out her release as it exploded and ripped through her senses. Her nipples were stiff, aching points as she ground against her hand, her thumb rasping roughly over and over against her clit as she shook with the tremors of her climax. She kept her fingers embedded in her orifices until her pussy as anus quit clenching around them. When she finally calmed enough to slowly withdraw from her body, she was frustrated and angry to discover she didn’t feel as sated as she usually did after masturbating. Berating herself for weakly giving in Friday night to her loneliness and RJ for showing her how good sex could be with the right man, she finished washing while trying to figure out how she was going to spend a year with the man without demanding he jump her bones again and again. Amy had the long table set for twelve, the bacon done, the cinnamon rolls ready to come out of the oven and was finishing scrambling three dozen eggs when she heard the side door open into the dining hall. “Mornin’ ma’am,” Rory grinned at her around the corner, Mike right next to him. “It’s Amy, Rory, and good morning. Do I have enough seats set?” she asked, avoiding looking directly at Mike. She hadn’t seen him since their encounter yesterday when she had opened her eyes to catch him jerking off. “There’re only eight of us this morning. A couple of the full time hands are married and have their own places, and their wives cook.” “I bet their kitchens don’t smell as good as ours this morning,” Mike said, eyeing the pan of cinnamon rolls longingly. “Man those look good.” “They are,” Amy boasted proudly, relieved that he didn’t seem to think anything of the public display. It had been worth staying up last night to mix the dough so it could rise over night to see the appreciation on their faces. “I think I may have over done it, though. I thought there would be more of you.” Another young cowboy poked his head around the corner, his eyes widening at the sight of all those cinnamon rolls. “Holy shit, ma’am. Trust me, nothing goes to waste around here.” It felt good to cook for an appreciative clientele again, even if it was a simple, everyday meal by most standards. “Sit down, I’ll bring it in.”

Amy brought in the two large bowls of eggs first, listened as Mike introduced her to everyone, then returned with the rolls and bacon. “You need anything, just holler,” Amy said, cringing at the Midwest twang that slipped out. Amy was rinsing pans and grinning at the good natured ribbing going on in the other room when familiar, strong arms came around her and soft lips pressed to the sensitive spot below her ear. “I see you’ve managed to win over the boys already,” RJ said as his hands stroked up her sides and casually moved to cup her breasts through her tee shirt. “Have I told you how glad I am that you don’t wear a bra?” “RJ,” Amy moaned, unconsciously leaning back against him. She felt so small against his larger, harder frame. His hard cock rubbed against her bottom, a vivid reminder of her restless night and less than satisfying orgasm in the shower. “Dammit, I’m not going to fuck you again.” She sounded both desperate and breathless, even to her own ears. No wonder he didn’t take her seriously. RJ chuckled knowingly as he moved his hands under her shirt to cup her bare flesh. “Okay.” His lips trailed down her neck as he squeezed her soft mounds, their size perfect for filling his hands. Laughter came from the dining room, penetrating the sexual fog his hands and mouth had created, but even knowing one of the boys could walk by the open doorway any minute and see their boss groping her, wasn’t enough to make her pull away. If she were to be honest, the thought of one, or more of them watching them only added fuel to the fire he was creating. Amy’s wet hands tightened on the counter as he grasped her nipples and pulled and pinched them until she was panting with unfulfilled need. She put her easy compliance and quick arousal down to her sleepless night and then silently berated herself for falling so easily into his arms again. “RJ,” she tried again, but her traitorous body refused to move away from the heavenly feel of being surrounded by him. “If you insist on this kind of behavior, I’m going to have to leave.” “Try it,” he growled, “and I’ll come after you, Amy. Make no mistake about it.” She whimpered when he pinched her nipples hard, the sting making her pussy cream and her buttocks clench. But his threat sent a shiver of fear through her. The last thing she needed was someone else on her tail. Pulling herself together, she twisted out of his arms and turned to face him. Hands on her hips, she glared up into his smiling, unrepentant face. Before she could vent her frustration, he swooped down, kissed her hard and strode into the dining room, greeting his employees jovially. Amy spent the rest of the morning cleaning up the kitchen, putting together a buffet of sandwiches and salads for lunch and put two large roasts in the oven for dinner. After discovering that there were no leftovers except for a few pieces of bacon from the huge breakfast, she mentally upped the amount of food she had been planning for each meal. The ranch hands she had met this morning all seemed to be in their twenties and very lean and fit, confirming RJ’s remark about everyone having big appetites due to hard work. Amy didn’t see RJ when the hands came in around noon to grab a sandwich. Most of them ate on the run, but they all nodded or said hello to her and thanked her for the food. By early afternoon, all her preparations for dinner were ready and she had several hours free time. After exploring the house she felt the need to get outside and enjoy the sunny afternoon. Since RJ hadn’t said anyplace was off limits, she decided to simply walk around and see what everyone was doing. She was headed towards the corrals when two Border Collies came running up to dance circles around her in greeting. Smiling at their enthusiasm, she bent down to pet each of them. “Well, hello guys. Aren’t you friendly?” The dogs licked her hands and whined in appreciation when she rubbed behind their ears. Amy remembered the bacon left from breakfast and quickly ran back inside to grab it off the counter for her new friends. They showed their appreciation by following her to the corrals where she watched a couple of the hands work with several horses.

It was no wonder RJ was so proud of his horses, she thought as she moved away from them. They were all beautiful animals in prime condition. The dogs took off and she was left alone again as she made her way around the stables to follow a path that led to a wooded area. The sound of a gurgling stream drew her attention as she entered the trees. Kicking off her shoes, she waded in the clear cold water as she followed the stream for a ways. In the distance she could see several men on horseback herding a group of cows and she wondered if one of them was RJ. She still wasn’t sure what she was going to do about her new boss and her attraction to him. She wondered if it was because he was the first man to give her an orgasm that had her craving his touch or if she was just plain horny now that he had opened the floodgates. Whatever this craving was, she knew that it could lead to her downfall if she gave in to it. If she could be assured that all RJ wanted was her body, a no-strings attached affair, she might be tempted to give in. But he had already asked questions she didn’t want to answer and become suspicious when she blew them off. How much harder would he probe if they were to become lovers? Until she could save up some money and get her car fixed, she had no choice but to stick it out here, but she resolved not to melt into his arms again the next time she saw him. Amy was so lost in her thoughts, that she didn’t hear the naked couple until she saw them. Standing in the stream, they hadn’t heard her coming either, not that they seemed to care if they had an audience or not. The woman was on her elbows and knees in the grass, her ass lifted high as the man behind her plunged repeatedly into her grasping pussy. Amy couldn’t take her eyes off the erotic site and immediately felt her own pussy swell with need, especially when she noticed how red the woman’s buttocks were and the thick, leather belt that lay negligently on the ground next to the couple. Their sweat slick bodies slapped together as the man held onto her hips tightly, his thumbs spreading her cheeks, exposing her asshole. Silently moving behind some trees, Amy continued watching the couple fuck, surprised at how much it turned her on. Living on the streets of New York, she had seen just about everything and had quickly become immune to the sights of people in various acts of sex. Why watching this particular couple excited her so much she didn’t know. Maybe it was because it was just such an unexpected sight out here in the open countryside where cattle and ranch hands could be seen and in turn could see everything within miles. It didn’t seem to bother the couple that the ranch hands could easily see their thrusting, naked bodies or that anyone on the ranch could come upon them at any minute. When the man’s hand landed sharply on his partner’s right cheek, eliciting a cry from her, Amy’s hand cupped her denim covered pussy in longing. Damn RJ for awakening her to the pleasures to be found from feeling a man’s hard hand spanking her, arousing her to a feverish pitch, of the pleasure she could find with having him plow her depths like this man was doing to his willing, eager partner. She had a good side view of the couple and got a good look at his come soaked cock as he pulled back before ramming back into her again and again, his cock gleaming wetter and wetter with each hard stroke and each hard slap. “Harder, Rick. Oh, God, give it to me harder,” the woman pleaded, her voice sobbing with need. The man reached down and grabbed his belt, giving her a hard swat on her buttock and thigh without breaking stride. “You, want hard, baby, I’ll give you hard.” Their heavy breathing escalated as he dropped the belt, grabbed her hips again and proceeded to fuck her vigorously, his strokes short and hard as he slammed roughly against her hips. The man had a nice ass, Amy thought as she watched it flex repeatedly, his balls large and swinging as he rocked back and forth. When he slipped his thumb into her anus, her cry of release echoed in the clearing following by his shout.

Their shouts of pleasure shook Amy out of her trance and she quickly slipped her shoes back on and quietly slipped back the way she had come, hurriedly finding the path that led back out of the woods.

Chapter Eight RJ gave instructions for the boys to finish moving the cattle to the east pasture while he watched Amy slip back down the stream and into the woods. He smiled to himself as he imagined her thoughts while she watched Rick and Maddy go at it. One of three couples that lived in their own place on the ranch, Rick and Maddy enjoyed the open lifestyle they all indulged in and wouldn’t have minded at all knowing Amy watched them. He wondered what Amy would think if she knew that some of the couples often invited one of the young hands to join them. Turning his favorite steed, Domino, back to the house, he was anxious to see what Amy would do now. He rode into the stable just as she dashed into the house. He took a moment to water then tether Domino before letting himself quietly inside. There was no sign of her in the kitchen or den, so he removed his boots and moved quietly down the hall. She didn’t even notice him as he peeked in her door. The fact that it was unlocked and she was already lying on her back on the bed with her hand between her spread legs told him how much watching Rick and Maddy had affected her. She hadn’t even bothered to remove her clothing, she’d simply shoved her jeans to her knees and her tee shirt to her neck. RJ’s cock threatened to burst his zipper as he took in the sight and he could no more prevent himself from joining her than he could will his dick not to respond. Shoving the door open, he strode over to her, his hands loosening his jeans as he went. Amy’s eyes widened in surprise, her already flushed cheeks getting redder as his gaze zeroed in on the fingers she had buried in her pussy. “Don’t stop, sweetheart. For God’s sake, don’t stop. I think it’ll kill me if you do.” RJ shucked his jeans before joining her on the bed. When his hands went to her knees and started shoving her jeans down her bent legs further, Amy finally overcame her surprise enough to stutter inanely, “I’m not fucking you, RJ.” “Of course not, Amy. You’re going to fuck yourself while I watch and take care of myself. Rick and Maddy’s little display really turned you on, didn’t it?” Amy was mortified to learn he had been watching her watching the other couple, but even that embarrassment wasn’t enough to dampen the lust her voyeurism had wrought on her senses. When RJ stripped her jeans from her legs then took his large hands and spread her bent knees as wide as they would go, she whimpered in renewed need. His green eyes were riveted on her exposed sex, his cock hard, the round purple head seeping as he gazed at her with open carnality. He lifted those lust filled eyes to hers and demanded, “Didn’t it?” “Yes, I admit it, okay? Are you happy now?” “Gettin’ there, sweetheart, gettin’ there. Show me your fingers. Show me how wet you are.” Amy couldn’t resist the deep urgency of his voice or her own desire. She’d needed to come ever since first spying the couple by the stream and that need had only increased since RJ had joined her. Pulling her fingers from her sopping cunt, she started when he grasped her wrist and then melted when he brought her wet digits to his mouth. “Mmm, an afternoon snack.” Amy’s free hand went to her right breast, her fingers toying with her rigid nipple while he sucked on her fingers, cleaning her juices from them thoroughly. She had no idea what had gotten into her when she pulled out of his mouth, shoved them back into her pussy and swirled them inside her damp sheath, making sure they were liberally coated with more of her juices before pulling slowly back and raising her hand to his mouth again. “More,” she demanded breathlessly. RJ smiled, grabbed her wrist and sucked her fingers clean again, his eyes never leaving her face. She was such an enigma, his sexy little cook. One minute demanding she wasn’t going to fuck him,

the next demanding that he suck her come from her fingers. She had depths to her he intended to plummet, secrets he intended to unearth and passions he intended to set free and indulge in. She would fight, of that he was sure, just as he was sure it was a battle he would win. After thoroughly licking her fingers clean again, he made a demand of his own. “Make yourself come, Amy. Show me how you pleasure yourself and I’ll show you how much watching you turns me on.” Amy’s eyes drifted down to his cock, all that male hardness making her mouth water. What was it about his cock that she loved so much, she wondered? It was larger, thicker than any other she had seen or had, but it was more than his size that had her craving to see him spill his seed for her, because of her. As she moved her hand back to her empty, needy cunt, she rationalized her giving in to him by telling herself they weren’t having sex. Just because they were going to masturbate in front of each other, didn’t mean she was going to be inviting him into her bed on a regular basis. She couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped as she sunk two fingers into the warm, wet depths of her pussy again, her hips automatically lifting in acceptance. When her thumb rasped her clit, she shuddered in pleasure, her fingers tightening on her nipple, adding even more pleasure. “That’s it, sweetheart, show me what you like. You’ve got the prettiest pussy, Amy. I love that little strip of hair, and your bare, swollen folds. Spread yourself for me, baby. Let me see you.” Sweat dripped down his forehead as he watched transfixed as she did as he instructed, pulling her fingers back and then using her thumbs to spread her puffy lips open, revealing the pink, moist walls of her pussy to his gaze. His hands tightened on her knees as he widened them even further, lifting her hips off the bed, exposing her tight puckered anus also. “That’s such a pretty sight, both your orifices open, displayed for me. Remember when I fingered your tight, little back hole, Amy? I do. I also remember how your pussy gushed all over my cock and how your ass tightened around my finger.” Amy whimpered in arousal and need as he displayed her so lewdly, his eyes glued to her gaping pussy and exposed asshole. Her breathing grew labored as she felt her juices seeping out of her cunt only to run down her crack. “RJ,” she pleaded. “Shh, let me look at you. You’re clit is all red and swollen. Poor little thing needs some attention. Tell me something, Amy. Did you get to see Rick use his belt on his lovely wife’s ass?” Amy shook her head no, but just the picture in her mind of that man wielding his belt on his wife’s buttocks caused a gush of fresh moisture to seep from her exposed cunt. “Damn you, RJ,” she cursed him as her body shook with longing. She loosened her thumbs and proceeded to finger fuck herself with quick, precise movements, unable to deny herself further. “Both holes, Amy,” RJ instructed. “Let me see you finger your ass, like I did, pleasure yourself fully, like I got to.” Amy could no more deny him than she could deny herself that pleasure, especially since he was the one who had awakened her to the pleasure of anal stimulation. Dipping her middle finger into her pussy, she once again liberally coated it with her juices before sliding it down to her anus. She moaned as it slid easily into her tight back hole and RJ’s gaze grew even more heated. When she buried the fingers of her other hand in her pussy, she lost herself to the self pleasure, her fingers and body moving of their own accord in a fast gyrating rhythm. RJ thought the sight of Amy finger fucking her ass and pussy was the most erotic thing he had ever seen, her body jerking with each thrust, her breathing ragged and labored as she brought herself to climax. When her thumb ground against her exposed clit, she screamed and shook as her cream seeped out around her pumping hand and ran enticingly down her crack to dampen her other hand. The sight of her finger buried in her rectum, pumping that tight little orifice so vigorously, made him long to do the same with his cock. When her fingers finally slowed their assault and she languidly

used both hands to caress her soft folds with light strokes, he released her knees and grabbed his cock. Amy bit her lip as he spread his seeping juices around the head of his cock, before fisting himself again. Her eyes glued to his cock, she watched as he squeezed his shaft tightly, his hand pumping slowly up and down, stopping to cup his balls, before moving back up to the bulbous head and its weeping slit. The sight of her fingers moving languorously over her damp folds, unconsciously caressing them softly while unabashedly watching him jerk off was simply too much. “Move your hand,” he demanded in a low, guttural voice as he rose up on his knees and leaned towards her with his cock held tightly in his fist. Pumping vigorously, he groaned loudly as he shot his wad onto her plump lips and soft belly before liberally coating her breasts with his semen. Amy lay in sated relaxation, her body covered in his semen, her pussy and anus still pulsing with small tremors of pleasure. Her mind was still trying to make sense of this whole encounter, trying to justify her reason for her easy capitulation to his demands, when RJ rose from the bed, slipped his jeans back on and strode to the door. Turning back to her, he smiled at her shocked look. He had decided that keeping her off guard was the key to getting her back into his bed. “The next time I hear you say fuck, you’ll be the one to feel a belt on your ass, sweetheart. See you at dinner.” Amy squealed in outrage, jumped up and threw her pillow at the door. How dare he put her through such an intense sexual experience and then do nothing but lecture her on her language and walk out! Grabbing her clothes, she stalked into the shower, stripped off her shirt and stood under the hot spray, trying to figure out who she was angrier at, him for being such a cad or herself for repeatedly giving in to him. Scrubbing every trace of their encounter from her body, she vowed not to let her body dictate her actions anymore. She had managed to survive several years as a homeless runaway, supporting herself with her body when needed, and putting aside her own personal physical needs was easy. In truth, it had never been a problem until she had pulled up to that bar and spotted a tall cowboy with a hard body and a tempting smile. With hands and a cock that had awakened her to the intense pleasures to be found with a man, RJ had turned her albeit staid, but safe existence into a roiling turmoil of conflicting emotions. Amy spent what was left of the afternoon cleaning RJ’s house and battling those conflicting emotions he had awakened. Her need for his brand of lovemaking, the desire to feel his hard body taking hers and bringing her to heights of ecstasy she had never imagined warred with her need to stay aloof from any physical entanglements. Ever since fleeing New York and the sight of Jedidiah’s dead body, she had feared being caught and sent to jail for murder. Even though his death was an act of self defense, she had no proof of his abuse of her the two months he had literally kept her a prisoner, presumably to save her from her immoral and destructive ways. Her record as a juvenile runaway, complete with a few prostitution and shoplifting charges when she hadn’t been smart enough to keep from getting caught, and her employment as a stripper all would have led to a guilty verdict despite the fact that she was innocent, at least of outright murder. Her fear of prison had kept her on the run and as far away from New York as possible. She had few regrets in life, she thought now as she gazed out the kitchen window at the activities of the busy ranch. Fleeing an abusive foster parent at sixteen before he did more than try to grope her and the two other girls living in his home was a matter of necessity. She had managed to land work in a small diner, and it was only the times when her pay and tips weren’t enough to cover the motel room she rented by the week that she had resorted to sex with a stranger. While she had derived no pleasure from those encounters, she had been lucky that she hadn’t had any men take advantage of her either. Most were lonely, older men, looking to find their youth and a little companionship on a long, cold night. She had survived and that was the important thing.

Her work at the small diner led her to finally seek a way to earn a better living by enrolling in cooking school. The time and expense involved with attending school had forced her to find a better paying job with less hours. She had actually been surprised when a friend and fellow runaway had told her how much she could make if she could get on at one of the classier strip clubs downtown. Being petite, Amy thought she didn’t have a chance of being hired, but had been surprised again when she got hired right away and even more pleased at how much she made in tips working just a few nights a week. After giving a private performance for the owner, she had found she had actually enjoyed baring herself for an appreciative audience. The owner and her boss proved to be very protective of his employees and Amy never had to worry about being groped or expected to carry the entertainment past stripping. It was only when she discovered a few years later that Jedidiah had seen her stripping and became obsessed with ‘saving’ her that she realized she had not been as safe from predators in that job as she had thought. After all she had gone through to keep safe and independent, it had been the charming, innocent looking man who had caught her unawares and ruined everything she had worked so hard to achieve. Although charming wasn’t an adjective she would use to describe JR, Amy thought ruefully as she started mashing the twenty pounds of cooked potatoes, he was yet another man threatening her hard earned freedom. If she was sure he would be content not to pry into her past, she would gladly give in to his demands and return to his bed. But, until she was more sure of herself around him, she dare not take the chance. Amy heard the hands entering the dining hall and quickly started filling bowls and platters with roast beef, potatoes and green beans. She hadn’t had time to bake a dessert, so she piled the left over cookies onto a plate and hoped they would suffice for dessert. “Can I help?” Startled at hearing a woman’s voice, Amy spun around and saw the woman she had been spying on earlier. Praying her guilt and surprise didn’t show on her face, she returned her smile. “Thank you. You can grab a dish, if you don’t mind. I’m Amy.” “I know. RJ told Rick and I all about you. I’m Maddy.” Maddy’s blue eyes twinkled knowingly as she picked up a heaping bowl of mashed potatoes. “Don’t worry about it, Amy. You’ll get used to the goings on around here. Trust me, Rick and I don’t mind in the least that you saw us.” “RJ told you?” she gasped indignantly. “I told you, sweetheart, they wouldn’t mind,” RJ said from behind her. “You didn’t have to tell them,” she snapped at him before turning back to Maddy. “I promise it won’t happen again, Maddy.” “Oh, that would be a shame. Rick and I so love an audience.” Amy turned and glared again at RJ when Maddy took her dish into the dining room. “You have weird employees.” RJ laughed, grabbed her face and kissed her hard. “Does that include you?” “Obviously, since I seem to fit right in with the kinky goings on around here,” she answered dryly. RJ grabbed both meat platters, saying, “See, it wouldn’t matter to anyone around here if you and I had a relationship, Amy. Since most of them think we already do, we may as well indulge ourselves.” He smiled knowingly when her nipples beaded into hard points. “Your body likes the idea.” “Yeah, well my mind doesn’t, so forget it.” Amy grabbed the green beans, went around him and set them in the middle of the table. The seats were already filled and the guys digging in lustily as she turned to go back into the kitchen. “Hey, aren’t you joining us, Amy?” Rory asked as he piled his plate with potatoes.

“Uh, no, thank you.” The seats were all filled except one for RJ, and Amy didn’t know if she was supposed to eat with the hands or not, so she had planned on eating at the smaller kitchen table. “Sure you are.” RJ grabbed another chair from the kitchen and set it next to his. “Grab another plate and sit down.” Amy took her place next to RJ reluctantly, trying to avoid Rick who was seated next to her. He had other ideas, however, when he held out his hand and introduced himself. “Hi, Amy. I’m Rick. Maddy and I usually don’t crash here for meals, but RJ spoke so highly of you that we wanted to meet you.” Amy took his hand and couldn’t help but return his smile. His blue eyes crinkled at the corners and his sandy hair fell into his eyes giving him a boyish look. Remembering how he had fucked his wife so hard and thoroughly, however, reminded her he was far from being a boy. “Nice to meet you, too,” she replied, glad that he didn’t indicate in any way that he knew about her voyeurism. “You’re welcome for meals anytime.’ “No, he’s not,” one of the hands protested. “He has his own woman to cook for him. Besides, there’ll be more for us without him here. Maddy, of course is always welcome.” Good natured teasing kept up throughout the meal and Amy soon found herself relaxing and enjoying herself. She noticed the language was curbed occasionally with sheepish looks at her and Maddy, making Amy smile inwardly. What a contradiction they all were, she thought with growing fondness. They thought nothing of public, outdoor sex, either participating or watching, but didn’t approve of cussing from women or in front of them. By the end of the dinner, she realized they were all very close, more like one large, unconventional family rather than employer and employees. If she wasn’t careful, she admitted to herself later that night, she would find herself fighting off not only the desire for sex with her boss, but also the desire to become a permanent part of his unconventional family. And she knew from experience, nothing was permanent.

Chapter Nine “Dammit, Amy,” RJ said as he came outside and found Amy once again feeding his dogs table scraps. “Those are working dogs that I paid a fortune for. Quit spoiling them.” Amy ignored his brusque tone, smiled at him and finished giving the grateful dogs the leftover ham from breakfast. “They do work hard for you and deserve a treat now and then. Stop griping.” The sun was out and shining brightly, warming the morning quickly and it was too nice to take exception to her boss’s gruff tone. Besides, she knew he really didn’t care if she spoiled the dogs as long as they kept working the cattle and horses when instructed. In the last week the dogs had taken to following her around when she was outside, making the hands and RJ constantly shake their heads in bemused frustration over her growing attachment to them. She had always had a fondness for animals, but had never been able to have any pets. While she was still leery of the horses, mostly due to their size, she loved playing with the dogs in her spare time. “Fine, but the minute they slack off I’m sending them to the pound.” Amy laughed outright at that lie. She’d seen RJ romp with the collies and knew he was fond of them. “No you won’t. Everyone done with breakfast?” she asked, wiping her hands down her jeans when she had given them the last bites. “Yes. Why didn’t you join us?” “I ate when I got up so I could start the pies as soon as breakfast was fixed. I didn’t realize all of you had been dessert deprived.” In the last week she had baked four cakes, ten pies and several batches of cookies, all of which were devoured with grateful enthusiasm. RJ moved closer to her, grinning wickedly. “You spoil everyone around here with your special treats, Amy. When are you going to start spoiling me?” His hands grabbed her hips and hauled her up next to him. “I think you’re all too used to getting your own way already, boss.” She emphasized his title, hoping its use would stop the descent of his head. She should have known it wouldn’t. In the past week, he had taken every opportunity to kiss and fondle her whenever she was near, no matter where they were at, or who was watching. As it had been from the moment she had approached him at Rusty’s, her body’s needs over rode her minds objections. The more he pursued her, the more he touched her, the harder it was to stay aloof, to deny her desire and keep him at arm’s length. She moaned when his lips took hers in a hard, wet kiss, opened acceptingly to admit his questing tongue and shuddered in pleasure as she kissed him back. When his hand slipped under her shirt and cupped her breast, she arched into his touch, loving the feel of his large, calloused palm shaping and molding her bare pliant flesh. When his fingers grasped her nipple, pulled and pinched it, the pleasure/pain went straight to her pussy. Gasping, she pulled her mouth from his. “RJ, you’ve got to stop.” RJ just smiled down at her, his eyes shadowed by the brim of his hat. “Why?” His free hand went to her ass, pushing her hips against the rigid length of his cock. “I could take you right here, bend you over the steps, pull those jeans down and be inside your pussy in two seconds flat. If you were wearing a skirt, all I’d have to do is flip it up and your beautiful ass would be exposed, there for my hand to touch, squeeze, smack, whatever I wanted. Are you wet, Amy? Would your sweet cunt welcome me with damp heat?” Since Amy’s panties were damp with her need, her heart racing with the lust his words induced, she didn’t bother denying her body’s reaction to his. But that didn’t mean she intended to give in. “Probably,” she answered truthfully, “but that’s not going to happen.” Pulling away from him, she was relieved when he let her go.

“Not this morning anyway. I’m headed into town. Do you need anything?” Amy resented the seemingly quick and easy way he seemed to get himself under control. She always needed time and space to calm her raging senses after an encounter with him. “Yes,” she answered shortly. Her irritation only made him smile wider, damn him. Taking a deep breath, she asked him in a nicer tone, “Would you check on my car and see how much it’s going to cost to get it fixed?” When his brows drew down in a frown and his hands fisted on his hips, she knew she was in for a lecture. “Why don’t you use that bonus check I just gave you for a down payment on a new car? Yours is a piece of junk and not worth putting that kind of money into.” “I don’t want to be saddled with car payments and can’t afford a car otherwise. I need to get my car back.” Car payments would make it difficult for her to just up and take off. If she continued making payments after she left, her location could be traced easier and quicker. If she didn’t, she’d then have creditors on her ass as well as the law. “Your car won’t get you back and forth into town on a regular basis, not for long anyway, even after you get it fixed. I’ll make one of the ranch’s trucks available for you.” “I can’t drive a stick and they’re too big. I can’t handle anything that large.” She was a little thing, he thought, eyeing her petite frame and trying to picture her behind the wheel of one of his oversized trucks. “You’re right. You need something smaller. I’ll see what I can do and tell the shop to go ahead and get your car drivable again.” “My car will be fine, RJ. I’ve made do with less, believe me.” He didn’t like the thought of her making do with less. He had a feeling Amy’s life had been a rough one and he had the urge to spoil her much the same as she spoiled his dogs. He had the money to indulge her and if his actions had ulterior motives, well there was nothing wrong with that. He had made it plain to her that he wanted her back in his bed from the minute she had arrived on his ranch. “As long as you’re here and working for me, you don’t have to make do. I take care of my own, Amy.” Tipping his hat, he smiled at her. “See you tonight at dinner.” Amy watched him saunter towards his mammoth black truck, enjoying the sight of his tight ass encased in worn denim. The man was a walking wet dream, she thought with longing. His constant assault on her senses drove her to masturbate nightly, yet she had failed to achieve the heights of ecstasy she had experienced with him. Her orgasm when she had masturbated in front of him was ten times more explosive than when she was alone, even though he had done nothing but watch her. Just his presence, those burning green eyes staring at her, that hard cock seeping with his lust, was enough to ignite her like a firecracker. As soon as she had her car back and a little money saved up, she was going to have to decide once and for all if she was staying or going, because if she was staying she knew it was only a matter of time before she was back in RJ’s bed, just like he wanted. Soon, her desire for that very same thing would outweigh her need to keep herself safe. RJ drove into town, his mind on Amy, as it had been ever since she had stepped foot into Rusty’s. Her small body and big attitude turned him on, that lost, alone look in her violet eyes warred with her fierce independence and drew out his protective instincts. One minute he wanted to redden her buttocks to a fiery hue before fucking her long and hard and the next he wanted to coddle her and fight all her demons. If she didn’t give in to him soon, he was going to go stark raving mad. He was tired of getting off with his own hand and his constant assault on Amy’s senses was wearing thin. He knew he could always get a blowjob from Maddy during one of her and Rick’s outdoor fucks, but his body, especially his dick, wanted Amy. The few hours he had spent with her

that first night and their quick fuck her first day at the ranch had only wetted his appetite, leaving him craving more. But it wasn’t just her body he wanted made available to him. He yearned to learn more about the young girl who seemed to be alone in the world. Even though he and the boys had tried repeatedly during the evening meals to draw her out, get her to talk about herself, she had deftly put them off, her answers revealing nothing of herself or where she had come from. Toby had asked her jokingly one night if there were any more at home like her. Her flippant answer of ‘there’s no one like me,’ revealed she was alone in the world, and he knew all his hands were becoming attached to their new cook. They all looked at her with desire, but knowing he had plans in her direction, they had respectfully kept their distance. He had no such intentions, however. A week later, RJ’s patience and temper were about to detonate and if Amy didn’t give in soon, he was going to have to resort to drastic measures. She had seemed appreciative of the new red crossover he had bought for her use, but had still taken her old, unreliable car into town the other day. He had taken the time that same day to shop for some skirts for her, eager to see her in them, anxious to have that easy access to her sweet body. Not in word or deed had she acknowledged his gift after he had left the packages on her bed, which only added fuel to the fire growing inside him. To make matters worse, she had gotten good at avoiding him, giving him little chance to catch her unawares, grab her, kiss her and try to coax her into his bed. She joined them only for dinner, then disappeared into her room right after cleaning up. He usually did his paperwork and bookkeeping in the evenings and by the time he emerged from his office, she was shut away in her room, usually curled up in her bed reading when he called out good night. Between her evasiveness and the usual spring time roundups on the ranch that required him to put in long days, there was little time or opportunity to entice her nicely. What was even more frustrating were the few times he caught her unaware, eyeing him with longing and lust, only to turn cool and indifferent again. When he awoke again that morning with another raging hard on, his sour mood turned even worse. Amy wasn’t in the kitchen when he entered, but he could hear her rummaging around in the large walk in pantry. Instead of telling her good morning like usual, he ignored her and headed into the dining room where breakfast was already waiting as well as several of his hands. “Mornin,” he greeted them gruffly while filling his mug with coffee. Taking his seat, he had to admit, Amy was a great cook and had no problem keeping everyone fed and happy these past two weeks. A heaping stack of banana pancakes made its way down the table to him, as well as maple flavored sausages and a bowl of fresh fruit. “Man these pancakes are good,” Mike said before stuffing another forkful into his mouth. “I haven’t had banana pancakes in ages. You sure did good hiring that little gal, boss.” “You’d think so, wouldn’t you,” he grumbled sourly, wondering at the wisdom of keeping such temptation around to torment him. “Speaking of Amy,” Toby said, ignoring RJ’s grumpy attitude. “She keeps asking us to help her learn to ride. I know you said you wanted to show her the ropes, boss, but if you want I could get her up on Daisy for about thirty minutes this morning.” “I need you to help finishing bringing in that two hundred head from the north pasture. They’ve about left that area bare and need to be moved today or we’re going to have to start hauling hay out to them. Might have to anyway if this dry weather continues to hold. I might be able to take some time later this week with her. Daisy’s a good choice though.” Truth was, RJ could spare Toby for thirty minutes this morning, but he wanted to be the one to teach Amy all her new experiences, not just the sexual ones. Besides, sitting behind her on a horse, would give him ample opportunity to touch her again. Just the thought of having her that close to his body again lightened his mood, and he vowed to make it happen soon.

“Okay, but she’s awfully impatient when she wants something.” So was he, RJ thought ruefully. “Well, she can wait a few more days. We have better things to do than cater to her.” Amy moved away from the door and left the kitchen, irritated with RJ again. She had never asked him or any of the hands to cater to her. It was his idea to buy another vehicle for her to drive. And, even though she had fallen in love instantly with the cherry red crossover, she didn’t want to be beholden to RJ for anything except her job. And she definitely hadn’t asked him to shop for her, to buy her those cute skirts all in the right size that she was itching to wear. Ten skirts ranging from short, to mid calf, to ankle length in a variety of denim, light cottons and rayon looked comfortable and stylish. But it was the easy access RJ had mentioned and she could easily envision that kept her from wearing them. She was having a hard enough time staying away from the man as it was. While it was true she had been pestering the boys to take her riding the last few days, it was only because she knew she’d never get over her fear of the animals if she didn’t get up close and personal. She had made several trips to the stables and corrals just to pet them and feed them carrots and sugar cubes, something one of the guys said was a good way to get them used to her presence. She wanted to fit in at the ranch, and knew learning to ride would be a big step in that direction. She had seen Maddy riding with Rick as well as with another woman, and even though they had waved at her and were always friendly, she had still felt left apart from the everyday activities around the ranch. Besides, she thought with growing irritation, even though he had promised to teach her, she hadn’t been bothering him with her requests. Of course, that was due to the fact that she couldn’t spend two minutes around him without becoming aroused and tempted to give in to his demand to return to his bed, a temptation she was getting hard pressed to resist. Amy waited until they had cleared out before returning to clean up the kitchen and start making sandwiches for lunch. Her irritation with RJ’s attitude only grew as the morning wore on and she finished her chores. By two o’clock, she needed some fresh air and a brisk walk to get herself under control. The afternoon was warm and sunny again and she found herself enjoying the wide open spaces of the ranch more and more each day. It was such a contrast from the crowds and noise of the big cities, all she had ever known. Whenever she found herself getting restless, she simply went walking, exploring the ranch, learning by watching how much went into running such a huge spread. It was amazing how it was both relaxing and exhilarating to be able to walk anywhere without fear of being accosted or mugged. Amy was feeling calmer an hour later after hiking through the woods again. Walking up the path to the stables, she noticed a pretty horse saddled and tethered in the corral. Climbing on the rail in front of it, she held her hand out and was please to see he was friendly. She hadn’t noticed this one before and she wondered if he was new. He wasn’t as big as some of the others, but with his dark brown coat and four white calves, he was striking. Surely, she thought as he kept nuzzling her hand for more attention, he would be okay with her just climbing on his back and sitting. At least that would give her the feel of riding a horse without the actual movement. Climbing down, she checked the stables first, but didn’t see anyone around, so she entered the corral and approached the horse slowly, all the while talking softly to him. He remained calm, even when she stepped up on the bench along the rail to mount him. Swinging her leg over his back, she had just settled in the saddle, thinking how easy it was, when the horse reared its head, neighing wildly. Amy barely registered the shouts coming from behind her as she grasped frantically to hold on to something as the horses hind end bucked hard. Unfortunately, she missed and the next thing she knew, she was sailing through the air.

RJ felt his heart in his throat when he and three of his hands rode in and saw Amy climbing astride Rio. All four of them called out to her, but it was too late. He had just swung off his own horse when she went flying off the young steeds back and landed in a cloud of dust. “Grab him” he ordered as Rio pulled loose from his tether and went galloping madly around. RJ got to Amy as she was sitting up, coughing and brushing dust from her clothes. “God dammit, Amy! What did you think you were doing? Are you hurt?” Amy barely registered RJ’s fury as she slowly stood up, unhurt except for her pride. “I’m okay, RJ, really,” she sputtered as he ran his hands over her, searching for injuries. “Just had the breath knocked out of me. Whew, that wasn’t what I expected,” she said lightly, hoping to defuse any repercussions. RJ’s hands were gentle as he held her, brushing her off and looking for injuries. In truth, Amy was more shook up than she let on. Physically, she was fine, but she had to admit she was grateful for RJ’s hard body to lean against as she got the terror she had experienced when she went flying off the horses back under control. She was so content to be held by him that she didn’t take heed of the underlying anger in his voice or notice when his roving hands moved to the front of her jeans and deftly loosened them. It wasn’t until he had them shoved down to her mid thighs and was hauling her across his lap as he sat down on the bench that she realized his intent. With nothing but a squeal of protest, she quickly found herself across his lap, her head down, nose almost to the dirt, her ass bare and vulnerable in front of not only RJ, but the three hands that had rode in with him. Amy didn’t see which ones they were and refused to look up to identify them. Squirming in mounting trepidation, mortification and growing arousal, she finally found her voice the same moment RJ’s hand landed hard on her right buttock. “Ouch! Dammit, RJ, stop.” Reaching behind her, she tried to shield her naked flesh from his retribution, but he was having none of that. Grabbing her hands, he held them tightly behind her back while holding her down at the same time. “Be still, Amy. You were told never to try riding alone, especially without having had any experience.” His hand landed on her other cheek, just as hard, the smack sounding loud despite both of their heavy breathing. “Do you have any idea how bad you could have been hurt?” SMACK! SMACK! “You could’ve broken your fool neck!” SMACK! SMACK! Amy whimpered as RJ wasted no time raising a fiery hue with his fast, hard swats, giving no quarter as he covered every inch of her bare flesh with his hard, calloused hand until her buttocks felt hot and swollen. “I’m sorry, okay. I promise it won’t happen again,” she cried when his hand shoved her jeans further down until they bunched at her knees and then began swatting the tops of her thighs and the sensitive under curve of her buttocks. Amy could see the booted feet of the ranch hands standing several feet away and could imagine their eyes glued to her wriggling red ass. The lust that seemed to be a constant companion ever since meeting RJ, erupted into full blown ecstasy as he kept up his punishing smacks. The heat and pain of her ordeal, coupled with being administered in front of an audience, ignited her ever present passions until each smack sent a lightning bolt of pleasure to her pussy. Amy quit fighting him and gave in to the pain induced pleasure, gasping as she rubbed herself against his hard, jean clad thigh, not caring about the lewd picture she made. RJ had woken a craving for this base treatment weeks ago, their fist night together. She was tired of fighting him, her need to feel again the pleasure he could give her, a pleasure she hadn’t been able to achieve before him, won out over her common sense. RJ saw her capitulation when she settled down over his lap and hung her head, trying to hide her flush of shame or pleasure, he wasn’t sure which. He stopped spanking her perfect, round ass and ran his hand smoothly over the burning flesh. When his eyes strayed between her legs and he

saw the wet proof of her desire, he could no more deny himself the pleasure of fucking her again than he could deny his need of a few moments ago to punish her for scaring the life out of him. Standing up, he swung her small frame over his shoulder, leaving her ass exposed as he headed toward the house. “See to my horse, will you Mike?” he called over his shoulder, Amy’s cries of indignation making all four men grin. “Sure thing, boss.” Amy heard the laughter in Mike’s voice and could imagine the picture she made as the three of them watched RJ cart her off, her ass bright red and bouncing on his shoulder. Though she was mortified over her whole ordeal, she was also turned on more than she could ever remember being. Her pussy felt as swollen as her sore, throbbing buttocks, her juices seeped copiously down her thighs, and she ached to be fucked hard and deep as only RJ could fuck her. “Put me down, you oaf!” she stuttered breathlessly as they entered the foyer of the house. Amy’s need had never been so great as he slowly slid her down his chest. When they were face to face, she couldn’t prevent her arms from looping around his neck or her mouth from latching on to his. This is what he had been waiting for, RJ thought as he kissed her back, what he had needed from her. Her complete capitulation, her unbridled passion induced by his hard hand and by having an audience. Nothing turned him on more than knowing the woman he was with got off on the same things he did. “Now, RJ. I need you to fuck me now. I can’t wait,” she demanded harshly as she toed off her tennis shoes while she dangled in his arms. “Thank God, Amy,” he said as he shoved her jeans down and off before releasing his aching cock. “Wrap your legs around me.” Amy wasted no time obeying as he rammed into her, pushing her against the wall right there in the entryway with the front door wide open. She didn’t care that anyone moving around in the front could see in and watch them, all she cared about was being filled by him again, feeling his long, wide cock stretching her to the limit as he pounded into her. His breathing was harsh in her ear, his hands hard clasping her aching buttocks as he took her roughly, leaving her no choice but to hold onto him tightly with her arms and legs and cunt. Heaven, RJ thought inanely as he felt the damp walls of her pussy convulsing around him as her juices coated his hard, straining flesh. She felt like heaven and it didn’t take him long to see stars as his climax exploded, his semen mixing with her come as she cried out and joined him. He slipped his finger between her spread cheeks and into her anus, loving the way she gasped against his neck and ground down on him. Her cheeks were still warm from her spanking and felt wonderful in his palms as her tight little hole did around his invading digit. “Like that, don’t you sweetheart?” “Yes,” she panted as her body shook with the final tremors of her orgasm. “Dammit, AJ, what have you done to me? I never used to be like this.” “Like what? Hot and sweaty and so turned on you can’t see straight, can’t think straight?” She giggled and the happiness he heard in the sound went straight to his heart. “Something like that.” A knock on the front door stopped whatever she was about to say and RJ reluctantly lowered her feet to the floor. “Come in,” he called out, making no move to zip himself up. Amy grabbed her jeans off the floor just as Mike stepped in. Oh, hell, she thought ruefully. If RJ could take his time covering up in front of his employee, so could she. It wasn’t as if he didn’t know what they were doing or he hadn’t already seen her naked from the waist down. Tipping his hat, he mumbled politely, “Ma’am. Sorry to interrupt, boss, but we’ve got a couple heads coming in with barbed wire injuries. We’re gonna need the vet out here.”

“Shit. Okay, get them to the barn and I’ll be right there.” Turning back to Amy, he watched her pull up her jeans, catching her wince as they slid over her buttocks. Smiling, he said, “We’ll finish this ‘conversation’ after dinner, Amy.” Without giving her a chance to comment, he followed Mike out the door. “She sure is a pretty little thing, boss,” Amy heard Mike say as the two of them stepped off the porch, making her smile.

Chapter Ten Amy lay curled next to RJ’s hard, naked body wishing she didn’t have to get up. It was the first time she had ever slept all night with a man and she was surprised at how pleasant it was. Or maybe that was her sated, sore body talking, she thought ruefully as she ran her palm over his muscled chest, curling her fingers through his hair. She had loved the feel of his chest hair rasping against her sensitive nipples as he fucked her repeatedly throughout the night. He had been insatiable, blaming her for denying him the past two weeks, making her feel wanted in a way she had never felt before. She had had men desire her, but never need her. RJ claimed to need her, something she was reluctant to believe but cherished the thought anyway. Shifting slightly, she realized her buttocks were still tender from her spanking yesterday afternoon, and she admitted that the slight soreness felt good, and left her aching for more of his hard hand on her tender flesh. Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined she could get so turned on by being bent over bare assed and spanked until she was writhing with the pain induced pleasure. Her public punishment yesterday had excited her more than any previous sexual experience with RJ, leading to her capitulation and return to his bed. She simply didn’t have it in her to deny herself the pleasure of his body and hard hand any longer. She should have known the other day, when she had stopped into the health clinic while in town and gotten her prescription for birth control pills renewed, that she was close to giving in. While she had prepared dinner last night, her ass throbbing from its abuse, her pussy still pulsing from his possession, she had worried about the reception she would get from the hands who had witnessed her punishment. Mike was the only one who she knew for sure was there, as she hadn’t seen the faces of the other two. She hadn’t needed to worry, however, because, as the boys had filed in for dinner, not a one treated her any different than before. Their polite mannerisms, which she had always found endearing, were still intact as they doffed their hats, greeted her with wide smiles and complimented the meal all through dinner. The easy banter that was always present at meal times was still there and not a one of them alluded to her encounter in the corral, neither by word or deed. By the time Rory asked what was for dessert, she was relaxed and joking with them, more at ease with them than ever before. Amy smiled to herself as she continued to caress RJ, allowing her fingers to find his small brown nipples through his chest hair. When he had pinned her in the kitchen after dinner, his hard cock pressed against her buttocks, and demanded she move into his room while he did his book work, she never thought to refuse him. She knew she was crossing a line she couldn’t get back over when she had demanded he fuck her after her spanking. And every time he rolled between her thighs last night, she promised herself she wouldn’t allow her feelings to get involved, that she wouldn’t let this be a mistake, one that could send her fleeing. Amy glanced at the clock and saw it was almost five a.m. She only had time to get washed up and start breakfast before the gang started showing up at seven, but she couldn’t seem to pull herself away from RJ. When her hand moved down his tight abdomen and encountered his cock, hard and seeping, she knew she was going to be late getting breakfast ready. Unable to resist, she kissed her way down his chest and stomach until her lips closed softly over the bulbous head of his cock. Amy groaned, unable to stifle the sound of pleasure as she licked his pre-come from the slit before running her tongue around the mushroom shaped head, over and over. RJ’s hand came to rest on her head as she continued to suckle just the head of his cock. RJ’s hand went from the silk of her curly, dark hair to grasp the root of his aching dick. Holding it up to her mouth, he demanded roughly, “Suck it, Amy.”

Amy obeyed eagerly and took him deep into her mouth, sucking hard as she pulled back, only to go down on him again without breaking stride. His moans and his hand clutching her hair in a tight fist, told her she was doing it right. She still marveled over the pleasure she received from having him in her mouth, feeling his width stretching her, his length filling her to the point of discomfort. Though this was an act she had performed often when she had been on the streets, she had never enjoyed it personally, always just performing by rote, anxious to make her client come so she could make her rent or buy some food. But with RJ, she found herself savoring every inch of his hard flesh, trying to prolong the pleasure, draw it out so that he lost control by the time she brought him to climax. She loved it when he was out of control. Her tongue swirled around his girth as she sucked hard, up and down, over and over, his slit seeping steadily as she slowly drew the pleasure out of him. Her hand moved to his balls, cupping those large sacs like they were treasure troves. RJ tugged on her hair, trying to draw her off his cock. Damn, she feasted on him like he was the most succulent treat, her mouth warm and wet, and completely devastating to his senses. “Sweetheart, pull back now or I won’t be able to stop myself.” Amy simply shook her head, her mouth sucking harder as she moved faster up and down his shaft. She wanted, needed to feel him lose control, had to know she had the same effect on him as he did on her. When he thrust into her mouth roughly, his hand tightening in her hair and his voice roughed with curses, she knew she had won. His seed filled her mouth and throat as she eagerly drank every drop, savoring his flavor and pleasure as he gave in to her ministrations. RJ was still hard when she finally released him, and she was wet and aching with the need to feel him filling her pussy the way he had her mouth. Rising above him, she straddled his large body and made a demand of her own. “Fuck me, RJ, now.” Lowering herself, she took him inside her with a long moan, her body shuddering as he filled her completely. RJ’s hands went to her breasts as he gasped with renewed lust. Her pussy was hot and tight around his still hard cock, the feel of her soft, wet sheath around his bare cock making him damn glad she had taken the initiative and gotten on the pill. He hadn’t been this horny since his teens and felt like he could never get enough of Amy’s small, tight body. He still hadn’t figured out what it was about her that turned him inside out, unlike any woman before her. All he knew was her independent, feisty nature turned him on and the vulnerable, lost look he sometimes caught in her violet eyes turned him inside out. He wanted to bend her over and whip all the secrets she held so tightly out of her and then he wanted to fuck her until she was screaming in ecstasy. As he looked up at her now in the meager light from the early morning sun, he thought he had never seen anyone so beautiful or tempting as that of his petite cook riding his cock. His hands left the soft temptation of her breasts to clasp her buttocks. “Amy?” he questioned softly. “Mmmm?” Amy smiled down at him, her hands braced on his wide shoulders, her hips never slowing their stride as she moved up and down on his cock. “I told you to quit saying fuck.” His right hand left her hip to smack her hard on her cheek, eliciting a gasp from her. “Dammit, RJ, I’m still sore from yesterday,” she complained without slowing down, the light of pleasure in her eyes belying her protest. “Which is why you’re not getting my belt right now. That’ll be later.” His hand swatted her other cheek, making her moan and clutch his shoulders. Amy’s lust spiraled out of control as he continued to swat her ass as she rode him faster and harder. Her nipples tightened in pleasure and her cunt creamed his cock more and more with each smack. Despite the pain, each hard swat only heightened her pleasure, drove her higher and faster

toward that ultimate goal of ecstasy. By the time he finally let up, she was quivering with need, ready, anxious for that final push over. RJ saw the subtle signs of growing pleasure, need as he reddened her clenching buttocks, their soft fullness warming quickly beneath his hand. When he knew she was almost there, as well as himself, he ran his finger lightly over her anus, wanting, needing her to beg for that final penetration. Over and over he lightly rubbed that puckered hole, her moans increasing as her body convulsed and clutched his cock tighter and tighter. When she bent over him, the move spreading her buttocks further, he knew he had her. “RJ, please,” she begged as he teased her back entrance. “Please what, Amy? Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you.” Amy couldn’t help herself. She could come without that added stimulation, but she knew from experience how much better her climax would be with it, and dammit, she thought longingly, if she was going to risk everything for this relationship, she wanted it all. “Finger me, RJ. Please, it feels so good when you do that.” “It does, doesn’t it sweetheart?” he said as he slipped his finger past her tight barrier. When she cried out and collapsed against him, her face buried in his shoulder, he took over. Thrusting up into her spasming sheath, he finger fucked her anus with strokes just as hard, just as deep as his cock. He felt her shatter around him, her cunt gripping him tightly, clamping around his dick, trying to hold onto him as her rectum pulsed around his finger. He couldn’t wait to fuck her there, the thought of being buried in her tight back hole releasing his own orgasm. RJ’s arms banded around her as they both caught their breath, holding tightly to her damp body. Amy moaned as she rolled boneless off his body, her breathing still labored as she could still feel the small aftershocks from her explosive climax. RJ leaned over her and kissed her hard before smiling down at her bemused expression. “Tell me something, Amy. Have you ever been taken in the ass?” Amy snorted in laughter. Even though she had a record for solicitation, she was really very innocent when it came to certain sexual acts. “You’re the only man who has ever touched me there, RJ, so no I haven’t.” “How many men are we talking about here and what the hell was wrong with them that they didn’t give you their full attention?” Secretly, he was pleased he would be the only one to take her there, and if he had his way, he would remain the only one. Amy seemed to bring out a possessive streak in him that he never knew he had. Amy stiffened against him, not wanting to go where he was heading. “Let’s not start inquiring about each other’s sexual history, okay?” Not wanting to ruin the afterglow he was feeling from some really good sex, RJ didn’t pursue the subject. Obviously, her past boyfriends were a touchy subject, one he would respect, at least for the time being. “Okay. Wait here.” “RJ, I have to get breakfast started before I have a mutiny on my hands. Those boys have bottomless pits for stomachs.” “Just give them some more of that cherry cobbler you made last night. They’ll be putty in your hands,” he called from the walk in closet of his room before returning to the bed with something clutched in his hand. “Know what this is?” Amy looked at the package he held up and her heart did a jump as she could imagine for the first time the pleasure one could get from wearing a butt plug. She nodded her head as he opened the package and removed the plug while grabbing a tube of ointment from his bedside table. “Roll over,” he instructed brusquely. “You’ll need to wear this for a few days before I can take you there.”

Amy rolled over and then looked back over her shoulder at his semi-hard cock. “You’re a hell of a lot bigger than that plug, boss.” “Which is why you need this first. Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’ll fit and,” he added as he bent down and bit her right buttock, “it’ll feel good. I promise.” Amy couldn’t prevent her gasp of renewed pleasure when he speared her rectum with two well lubed fingers, nor her groan as he slowly inserted the large plug. It was wider than his fingers and stretched her tight hole to the point of pain. But, the pain quickly subsided and she was left with nothing but a sense of fullness and another damp pussy. When RJ landed a hard slap on her ass, she yelped and flipped back over, glaring at him. Grinning, he grabbed her hand and hauled her up. “Wear that for a few hours before removing it.” Rubbing her abused buttock, she just marched out and returned to her room for a quick shower. Amy made it through breakfast, the clean up and the lunch preparations without any desire to remove the plug. She had quickly grown accustomed to its invasion and the feel of it rubbing against sensitive nerve endings every time she moved was a constant stimulant. Instead of removing it when she finished in the kitchen, she decided to leave it in a little longer. After grabbing a handful of carrots, Amy set out towards the barn to check on the cow that had needed stitches after getting tangled in barbed wire yesterday. RJ had just smiled indulgently at her when she had asked about the injuries and if they would be all right. One had been treated and returned to pasture, but the other one was still stalled to help avoid infection. To RJ, they were just cattle and a source of income. Even though all his animals received the best in the way of food, shelter and care, they were still just an asset to his business and she knew he found her growing fondness for his animals amusing. It was another sunny, warm day, something she appreciated even more as she stepped outside and felt the heat on her bare legs. RJ had been pleased when he had entered the kitchen and saw her dressed in one of the mid thigh length denim skirts he had bought for her. Amy had to admit it was comfortable, easy to move around in and, when RJ had slipped his hand up her thigh and cupped her naked buttock, damn convenient. Though she had balked at going sans panties completely, she had compromised and wore one of her thongs. Between her bare cheeks and plugged rectum, she was in a heightened state of arousal by the time she had walked the distance to the barn. The barn was as neat and well maintained as the stables and, after she had walked up and down the rows of pens, she finally found the cow she was looking for. “Oh, you poor thing,” she crooned when she looked over the half gate and saw the stitches she had received on both front legs. The cow looked at her out of soulful brown eyes and Amy felt her heart melt. “I brought you a treat. Do cows like carrots?” Amy held out the carrot and was pleased when she walked slowly over to her outstretched hand and took it from her with lady like gentleness. “There,” she crooned as she ran her hand down the soft nose, “aren’t you a sweetie. You’re going to have to be more careful from now on. Here, want another?” Amy fed her another carrot and was so engrossed in making friends she didn’t hear RJ ride into the yard with Rick and Evan. Seeing her kneeling on a stack of hay bales, bent over the stall door and talking nonsense to a cow, caused RJ to stop in his tracks. He further lost his heart to this bit of a girl as he listened to her befriend a cow, and felt his cock stir instantly at the sight of the under curve of her sweet cheeks peeking from beneath her skirt as she bent over. He heard Rick and Evan corralling the young calves for tagging and the fact they were within hearing and viewing distance only spurred his lust higher. Moving up behind her, he had her skirt shoved up to her waist before she even realized he was there. The sight of that butt plug nearly sent him over the edge as did that miniscule thong.

“RJ!” Amy squealed as she turned her head around. His hat was pulled low over his forehead and his neck and forearms sweaty and dirt streaked. Amy’s breath caught and her heart tripped with longing and lust and pure, unadulterated need. When his hands kneaded her buttocks, she couldn’t suppress a groan any more than she could keep from bending over more, pushing her hips back in open invitation. “I want you,” was all he said in his deep, gravelly voice as he lowered her thong to mid thigh. “I always want you.” Amy whimpered, dropping her head to the stall gate that she clutched tightly as he thrust two thick fingers into her damp pussy. “Yes, RJ. I want you too.” Spreading her knees as wide as she could with the thong on, she thrust back against his invasion, biting her lip at the sheer pleasure of having him again. “Christ, Amy, you’re so fucking wet and hot. Give it to me, sweetheart, go over for me. Now!” he demanded as he watched his fingers fuck her juicy cunt, their shiny dampness testament to her growing excitement. Amy rode his hand quickly, gyrating up and down on his digits as he thrust them in and out of her eager pussy, knowing where to rub as he ruthlessly took her higher and higher. When his thumb rasped against her clit, she screamed, throwing her head back as she came in a maelstrom of sensation. She was still shuddering with pleasure when she came to her senses enough to hear RJ unzipping his jeans and the voices of two men entering the barn. Amy froze in a mixture of embarrassment, heightened awareness of her nudity and an instant renewal of lust. RJ rubbed his hard cock on her buttocks as he leaned over her. “Want us to wait for you outside, RJ?” Rick said, his eyes caressing her ass. “It’s whatever Amy wants,” he replied, his lips close to her ear. “What will it be, Amy? Do you want privacy while I fuck you or would you like an audience?” Amy couldn’t believe she was about to be fucked in a barn while two men simply watched or masturbated, but that was exactly what she was going to do. When she had finally given in to RJ’s demands and her own bodies cravings, she had promised herself she would indulge in this relationship as much as time allowed her. She had realized even before succumbing, that exhibitionism was par for the course around here and indulged in by almost everyone. Her pussy swelled and dampened further with her own desire to have an audience and she really, really wanted to feel RJ’s beautiful cock fucking her again. “They can stay,” she said, her lips just inches from his. “Just do it now, RJ, before I change my mind.” “That’s my girl.” RJ’s proud tone and quick grin melted any further reservations she might have and as he moved back, grabbed her hips and thrust into her greedy cunt in one smooth stroke, she promptly forgot about the other two men. Once again, she bent over further, shoving her hips back against him as he pounded into her with hard, fast strokes, his hands tight on her hips, his thumbs digging into her buttocks. The plug and its blatant meaning was visible to all three men and she reveled in them knowing RJ would be possessing her there also. Gasping in spiraling pleasure, Amy turned her head to see that both Rick and Evan had moved closer to them, their cocks in their pumping hands and their eyes glued to them, watching avidly as RJ’s cock disappeared over and over into her grasping pussy. “Good Lord, boss, your dick’s soaked,” Evan claimed in admiration. RJ chuckled without breaking stride. “She’s always wet, Evan. But, just for me. Isn’t that right sweetheart,” “Yes,” she admitted almost shyly. Little did he know, she thought as she shuddered with the onset of yet another orgasm, that he was the only man she had ever climaxed with or for and right at

that moment, as she exploded around his pumping cock, she couldn’t imagine sharing this pleasure with anyone else. Amy ignored the images of Jedidiah’s lifeless face as she fled his home and of Brian’s youthful disappointment when she had fled Cincinnati and refused to let memories of all she had lost ruin this time she had now. The groans coming from the three men behind her, the feel of JR’s cock jerking inside her, releasing his seed and pleasure, added to her own release, causing her to cry out and simply let go. RJ pulled slowly out of Amy’s still pulsing cunt, reluctant to let her go but conscious of his responsibilities. Whoever would have thought a girl twelve years his senior, one with large, haunting violet eyes, a petite body and a fiery temperament could become so important to him in such a short time. Rick and Evan slipped back outside to wait for him as he lifted Amy off the hay bales and pulled up her thong. Grinning down at her, he teased, “Why wear that thing? You may as well not wear anything.” Amy looked up into his shadowed, sexy face. He had just screwed her royally with his hat and boots still on and his hired hands in audience and she had never felt more sated, more complete. A damn scary thought. “I think just wearing the skirts makes your access easy enough without going completely commando.” “Admit it, you like the skirt and how quickly I can get to your pussy.” “I’m not admitting anything and if I don’t get the sandwiches out, your boys are going to have my hide.” “Nobody get your hide except me.” Grabbing her hand, he walked with her through the barn. “Why were you in here, anyway?” “I wanted to see Bessie and give her a treat. Poor thing is so banged up. She must be in a lot of pain.” “Bessie? Now, you’re naming the cattle?” RJ figured as much when he heard her talking to the cow. “Amy, treating and spoiling the dogs is one thing,” he said as both dogs ran up to her when they stepped out of the barn into the bright sunshine. “But, you can’t start babying my cattle. I have over a thousand head. Where’re you going to draw the line?” Amy patted his chest, grinning impishly. “Don’t worry, boss. I was just concerned about her injuries. I know she’ll be going back out to the pasture soon.” She didn’t tell him she planned to find out which pasture Bessie would be returned to and to visit her there, just as soon as RJ taught her to ride. “Can we go riding this afternoon?” she asked quickly, deftly diverting his attention by changing the subject. “I can’t today, but I promise, I’ll get you up on Daisy tomorrow.” Bending, he kissed her hard and fast. “Behave. I’ll see you later.” Headed back to the house, the dogs following along with her, Amy thought about how happy she was here on the ranch, with RJ and all the boys. The last time she was this content, she had been a cook in a small restaurant in Cincinnati, renting half a duplex, and befriending her elderly landlady and her grandson who lived in the other half. Even though she hadn’t experienced any fireworks with Brian, she had enjoyed his company, and that of Estelle, his seventy-eight year old grandmother. When she had died of smoke inhalation when their duplex caught fire and she had discovered it was being investigated as arson, Amy had regretted the way she had to leave so quickly, barely having time to give Brian a lame excuse. His shock over Estelle’s death followed so quickly by her abrupt departure was something that haunted her and she wished she could contact him just to see how he was doing. She could only hope and pray that nothing tragic occurred here to send her fleeing again.

Chapter Eleven “Good morning.” RJ pinned Amy against the counter, his arms braced on the counter top on either side of her, his cock, already hard, nestled between her buttocks. “Good morning.” Amy arched her neck, giving him better access as she bent slightly and welcomed the feel of him against her ass. She shivered with longing as his lips moved up her neck to latch onto her ear. Her nipples, already hard and aching, clamped tightly in the nipple rings he had applied before she left his bed an hour ago, hardened even more, ached even more as his tongue found its way into her ear. The past two weeks had been a marathon of sex and their desire for each hadn’t diminished in the least. He had taken her twice last night and she was ready for him again, as he seemed to be for her. Breakfast was almost ready and she knew the boys would be traipsing in at any minute, which only heightened her growing arousal. She had come to accept and crave the exhibitionistic lifestyle of her boss and his employees and got off on the pleasure of having an audience as much as he did. “How are those pretty little nipples holding up?” he whispered in her ear as his hands raised her top, baring her breasts. “Mmm, sore, in need of some attention, and relief.” She sighed as he rubbed his palms over her aching buds. “Soon, sweetheart. Bend over a little more for me.” She couldn’t prevent the small giggle from escaping as she complied with his order. “Why is it I seem to always be bending over for you? OW!” she yelped as her right cheek smarted from his hard slap. “Because I like you that way. Christ, your ass turns me on.” RJ rotated the butt plug in her anus as he swatted her other cheek. She had worn it for a few hours every morning these past two weeks and when he fingered that tiny treasure at night, he was now able to insert three fingers with ease. This afternoon, he would indoctrinate her into butt fucking. He simply couldn’t wait any longer to take that treasure. “RJ, quit teasing me and fuck me,” she demanded. The sound of the door to the dining room opening had her creaming further, her juices now seeping out and dampening her thighs. WHACK! “I’ve told you repeatedly about saying ‘fuck’. Later, you’re going to feel my belt, but right now I don’t have time to punish you correctly so you’re just going to feel my cock.” “Hey, you two, speed it up in there! We’re hungry,” Mike complained good naturedly, grinning at them from the doorway. Several other hands were coming in, all making no attempt to hide the fact that they were enjoying the show. “I’ll be quick,” RJ promised as he lowered her thong, released his cock and thrust into her without further delay. Amy groaned, lowered her head and shoved out her ass, accepting his cock as well as their audience with eagerness. Her bare breasts bounced with each thrust, her nipples connecting with the counter, eliciting sensitive sensation down to her cunt. She loved the way his cock stretched her pussy, filled her deeply as none other. That full tight feeling was only enhanced by the butt plug, the dual stimulation almost unbearable. Within seconds she was crying out, her walls convulsing around his girth, clamping tightly as she came over and over. RJ quickly followed, erupting into her tight sheath, his come filling her womb as he shook with the pleasure of being inside her again. Reaching up, he released the nipple clamps and instantly felt her come again, her vagina soaking him anew as he rubbed her sore, reddened nipples. Amy was still gasping as he pulled out of her, raised her thong and lowered her skirt.

Lifting up, she turned to face him while slowly lowering her top, her face red, her eyes soft and sated with pleasure. The boys had left the doorway and were seated with their coffee and munching on the blueberry muffins she had already set out. “That won’t hold them. Move aside, cowboy, and let me do my job. You’re not paying me to screw you in the kitchen.” “Maybe I should. Then I wouldn’t have to interrupt our fun to feed that motley crew.” His remark was said jokingly, but when her face paled and she jerked away from him, he knew he had touched a raw nerve. “Hey,” he said softly, grabbing her arm as she attempted to turn away from him. “I was just kidding. What’s up?” Amy knew she was being over sensitive, but she couldn’t help it. His glib statement reminded her of all the times she had taken money for sex, reminded her of a past she was constantly trying to outrun and forget. “Nothing, RJ.” She smiled at him before kissing him lightly. “I need to get this casserole out of the oven before it gets too done. Go sit down.” RJ sighed, once again running into a brick wall when it came to talking about anything personal with her. Repeatedly he had tried getting her to talk about herself, where she came from, her past, anything that would give him a clue to who she was. Each attempt was met with a blithe answer, a joke or silence. Obviously it was going to take him longer to breach the defenses she kept around herself, shielding her past, than it was to get her back into his bed. “Someday, you’re going to trust me, Amy.” With that, he strode into the dining room and took his seat. Amy took the breakfast casserole from the oven thinking of the last time she had trusted a man. She had ended up a prisoner in Jedidiah’s home for over two months, lost her dream job, her freedom, and damn near her life. RJ’s someday wasn’t going to happen, she vowed as she felt the twinge in her right wrist that was a constant reminder of the time she had tried to escape from Jedidiah and gotten her arm broken for her efforts. The back-handed blows and the hours she spent locked in a dark closet were nothing compared to the pain of that break and the hopelessness left in the aftermath. Jedidiah’s sick assertions that he was saving her from herself, making her atone for her sins and teaching her the righteous path to take was with him, only made to strengthen her resolve to escape him and never let herself be duped again by a handsome face and pretty words. As she carried breakfast in to her hungry boys, Amy glanced over at RJ. His face was more rugged than pretty, his words more confident and assertive than those of Jedidiah. But, the one thing the two had in common, the one thing that worried her the most, was that they both wanted to control her, take her over. In the past month she had found herself contemplating RJ’s reaction if she were to tell him what he kept pestering her for. What would he do, what would he say, if she were to tell him how she fled a foster home at the age of sixteen to avoid being sexually abused, only to find herself on her knees in an alley six months later, sucking off a complete stranger to avoid being evicted from the small motel room she rented by the week. She didn’t doubt he’d waste no time finding a way to get her off his ranch, out of his employ and out of his life. If there was one thing she had learned about men, what was good for the gander wasn’t necessarily good for the goose. “Once again, Amy, that smells awesome and looks even better,” Rory complimented her as she set the large pan in the middle of the table. They wasted no time filling their plates as she took a seat next to JR and joined them. Looking around the table at the eight hands that she was coming to know so well and becoming attached to, she vowed once again to keep her heart and her past closed off. “I’ll be back for lunch,” RJ told her as he grabbed some of the empty plates and followed her to the kitchen. “Want to go riding with me this afternoon?”

Amy turned surprised eyes up to his, grinning widely. “I can? I’m good enough now?” He had kept his word and gotten her up on Daisy, a very pretty tan gelding, everyday for the past two weeks, but they had only spent about thirty minutes each time in one of the corrals. RJ returned her smile, relieved that he had managed to erase that sad, vulnerable look from her expressive eyes. He often wondered if she knew how much showed in those large eyes with their striking color. “You’re good enough if we take it slow. I have some free time now that all the herds have been shifted. I’d like to show you more of my ranch.” “Okay. I’ll be ready.” RJ kissed her and turned to leave before turning back around and eyeing her with a lustful look in his green eyes. “And Amy? Leave the plug out.” Amy’s buttocks clenched around the plug, her heart tripping with excitement as she took his meaning. She didn’t know where he planned to deflower her virgin anus, nor did she much care. Two weeks of anal stimulation left her more than ready to submit to that final act. She was also excited about being able to ride around the ranch, being able to explore and enjoy the warm summer days more fully before winter. She had already been warned about Wyoming’s winters, how long and cold they were, and that she had best enjoy their short summer as much as possible. She remembered her thoughts when she had first turned onto JR’s property, wondering what on earth people did out here with nothing but wide open spaces. In the past month, she had come to appreciate the openness of the country, the lack of crowds and noise, but she had been able to escape boredom and ennui by taking her afternoon strolls and finding pleasure in making friends with all of RJ’s animals. All the horses knew her by now, and greeted her with enthusiasm every afternoon when she arrived with their apples and sugar cubes. The dogs dogged her heels when they weren’t in the pastures working, and loved performing tricks for their treats. Bessie, her cow, had become quite attached to her and her carrots and had always greeted her by lowing when she entered the barn until a few days ago when she had been returned to the herd. Now that RJ is allowing her to ride outside of the corrals, she would question the hands and find out where Bessie was so she could keep tabs on her. As she made lunch preparations and tried to keep her mind off RJ and what he had planned for her this afternoon, she wondered if she would feel as complacent this winter, stuck out here in three feet of snow, and unable to get out. Then again, she thought with her usual pessimism, she wondered if she would even still be here this winter. She had taken to driving the compact crossover RJ had gotten for her, but her car was repaired and running well. Her finances were improving rapidly as all her earnings went into an account she had opened in Cheyenne and she had few expenses living here at the house. If she had to, she would be able to start over again, far away from the ranch, the boys and RJ. Just the thought threatened to ruin her excitement over the afternoon agenda, so she firmly shoved it aside and quickly finished her chores. While RJ grabbed a few sandwiches at noon, Amy quickly changed into jeans for their ride, then joined him on the front porch where he had both Daisy and Domino saddled and ready. Amy grinned at the difference in sizes of the two horses, more noticeable now with them side by side. Domino was taller and more muscular than her petite, small boned mare. “He’s as big as you,” she commented, gesturing towards his horse. “Which part of our anatomies are you comparing, sweetheart?” Amy loved the way he called her ‘sweetheart’ in that slow, sexy drawl. Bending over, she made a show of peeking under Domino before popping back up and grinning impishly at him. “That too.” Taking a huge bite of his sandwich, he pointed towards Daisy. “Mount up, brat. Now that Daisy’s breeding, I’m going to look for another small mare for you,” he said as he mounted Domino.

“You let one of your big stallions stick it to my girl?” With practiced ease, Amy swung up onto Daisy, glaring at RJ. Her outrage made RJ laugh. “Breeding is a big part of my operation, Amy. It takes a lot of income to maintain a ranch this size. And,” he added, grinning over at her, “we call it mating, not ‘stick’n it to em’.” “Same thing if you ask me,” she grumbled, patting Daisy soothingly on the neck. “So how big is your ranch?” “About twenty thousand acres, give or take a few. This land’s been in my family for generations. Even though I’m the only one working it since my parents retired to Arizona and Mitch, my brother, went into law, it belongs to all of us and will one day pass down to our children.” RJ had mentioned his brother with obvious love several times, something she couldn’t relate to growing up in foster care. Wanting to get off the subject of family, she asked, “Where’re we going?” RJ noticed she once again avoided any talk of family, but let it go. He didn’t want anything to ruin the afternoon. “North, about ten miles. There’s a pretty lake up past that ridge where we hold a big Fourth of July bash. Other ranchers and some of the town folk join us for an all day event of grilling food and outdoor games.” “Fireworks?” she asked hopefully. She had only witnessed one fireworks display, and that had been in Cincinnati with Brian last year. She had loved it. “Over the lake, but only the relatively quiet ones. The loud boomers tend to spook the cattle.” Amy listened attentively as RJ took the time to point out wildlife and landscape to her, while eyeing the easy way he sat his horse. His large, muscular thighs gripped the steed’s flanks tightly, keeping the large animal under control. His arms were strong, his biceps bulging even though he held the reins loosely. When she lay against him at night, their naked bodies held close, his strength always amazed her, and the way he controlled it set her at ease. Instead of fearing his size, and what he was capable of, he always made her feel protected and safe. Two things she had never felt from any man. With his hat pulled low, his rugged face was in profile, his jaw sporting a dark shadow already even though he had shaved that morning. Her pussy dampened almost instantly when her eyes wandered down to his hands, recalling how they felt against her skin in stimulating caresses or in equally stimulating swats to the tender flesh of her buttocks. As they rode over the rise he had originally pointed out to her and the scenic lake came into view, all she could think about was feeling those hands on her again. “What do you think?” RJ asked, waving his hand out over the stunning vista. “It’s beautiful,” she replied, pulling her mind away from her fantasies. Nestled in between small hills, decorated with an abundance of trees, the lake was indeed an idyllic spot. They stopped the horses near one of the picnic tables and RJ dismounted and was at her side in seconds, those hands she was fantasizing about clasped tightly around her waist. “You seemed pretty preoccupied on our ride,” he said as he slid her slowly down and held her to him. His mouth swooped down on hers, his lips taking her lips, his tongue mating with her tongue, before he pulled slowly back. “What were you thinking about?” “You. Us. Sex. Need I say anything else?” “Nope, that does it for me. But, first things first.” Pulling her to the picnic table, he sat on the bench and pushed his Stetson back. “Pull down your pants,” he instructed with calm authority. Unadulterated need curled in her stomach and spread to her cunt as her hands went to her jeans and slowly undid them. She could see cattle and several hands riding the fences and the fact that they were close enough to see what they were doing only added to her excitement. Pushing her jeans and panties down to mid thigh, she willingly draped herself across his lap, her bare ass on display for both him and his cow hands. She loved how having nothing exposed except her

vulnerable buttocks turned her on, how the anticipation of that first swat, that first bite of pain, made her ache for more. “That’s my girl.” RJ ran his hand over her cheeks, the sun warming them before his hand took over. It had been a battle seducing her back into his bed, but one worth waging. Once she succumbed, she embraced his demands with open enthusiasm and growing need. She was perfect for him, in so many ways, and he couldn’t wait to introduce her to more pleasures of sex, his brand of no holds barred sex. He squeezed her buttocks, fondled her soft flesh and ran his fingers over her orifices all in an attempt to soothe her before he tormented her. When she moaned softly and her hips started shifting restlessly, he drew back and landed the first swat, the vivid red mark he raised spurring him on. She cried out as he smacked her again, the sound music to his ears, the way she lifted her hips for his next swat a pleasurable sight. He covered her entire ass, preparing her for the sting of his belt, her plump soft flesh heating rapidly beneath his hand. “You’re beautiful, Amy. Your ass so red, lifting for me, telling me without words what you want, what you need.” His harsh voice and hard hands stimulated her simultaneously as Amy let the pain encompass her, lead her into the pleasure. When he smacked the under curve of first her right cheek, then the left, she whimpered in torment. When he shoved her jeans to her ankles and ordered her to spread her knees, she obeyed instantly in eager anticipation, bending her knees and lifting her ass, silently begging for more. Dimly she heard the lowing of the cattle, the voices of the hands as they called to one another, the soft lap of the lake’s shore and the trill of birds. All of it played like an erotic symphony on her senses just as his tormenting hand aroused her flesh like a maestro. “That’s it, sweetheart, lift that ass for me. There now, a few more here,” he said as he swatted her thighs a few times, “and a couple here.” His hand landed between her thighs, slapping her folds and coming away damp. Amy cried out even louder when he slapped her pussy. The sound of flesh meeting flesh echoing loudly. “Again. Oh, God, RJ, please.” Pleased with her response, he landed another hard smack between her legs, her soft folds warming beneath his palm just as her ass did. Her buttocks were spread enticingly, revealing her tight, puckered hole, reminding him of his ultimate goal. Lifting her up, he stood next to her, his hands going to his belt. “Strip,” he ordered. Amy was still reeling from her intense response to his pussy smacking, but as he slowly pulled his belt from his jeans, she quickly kicked off her shoes and shed her clothes. Standing outdoors, completely nude, she marveled at how wonderful it felt. A couple of the hands had stopped their mounts and were looking their way, but they were too far away to see any minute details. Her buttocks were warm and pulsing from his hand, yet all she could think about was that belt he now held doubled over in his hand, her pulse speeding up in anticipation and an iota of fear. Those expressive eyes of hers gave her away and RJ lifted her chin with a gentle hand. “You know I would never hurt you, don’t you?” “Of course,” she lied bravely. Truth was, she wanted to experience the feel of that leather against her tender skin, but there was a small part of her that remembered a hand lifted to her in anger and misplaced retribution. RJ sighed inwardly, realizing he would just have to prove it to her. “Kneel on the bench and lean over the table.” Amy did as he instructed, kneeling on the bench and leaning on her elbows on the table. Lowering her head, she spread her knees and stuck her ass out further, awaiting the first taste of his belt with baited breath.

“Perfect,” he breathed softly, his gaze glued to ass. The bench put her at the perfect height for his hips as he moved behind her. “Remember all those times I warned you about saying fuck?” Amy turned her head enough to give him a mocking look. “You say it all the time.” “I’m a guy, I’m supposed to talk that way.” She sputtered at the ridiculousness of that statement, then gasped loudly as he brought the belt down across her buttocks. The sting was sharp, immediate and highly arousing. Lowering her head again, she accepted the next blow with a shudder and a moan. The belted landed again and again, covering her buttocks thoroughly, the pain more stimulating than hurtful, making her realize he was tempering his blows, going easy, proving to her his only intention was to heighten her pleasure, not cause her harm. And she loved it. The sting raised from the leather connecting with her flesh sped directly to her weeping cunt, her copious juices running down her thighs, a blatant display of her arousal. RJ’s cock swelled with aching need as he eyed the growing bright hue he was raising on her ass and the obvious pleasure she was getting from it. Her bare folds were swollen, slightly pink from his slaps, and decidedly wet from her growing excitement. But it was her back hole that enticed him now and had him aching to possess. Tossing the belt aside, he grabbed a tube of lube from his pocket before lowering his jeans and releasing his raging hard on. Moving behind her, he liberally greased two fingers, spread her cheeks further with his other hand, and invaded her rectum with an easy insertion of his digits. “There, sweetheart. Doesn’t that feel good?” He watched as he buried his fingers in her tight hole, smiled when she shoved back against him in acceptance, and grabbed his cock in readiness when she whispered, “Yes, God, yes.” “I can’t wait, Amy. I’ve got to have your ass.” Greasing his cock, he poised it at her entrance, his hands gripping her warm, red buttocks, spreading them widely. “Amy?” “Yes, RJ, take me. I want it, I want you.” Amy couldn’t deny her need, didn’t even think about denying it. He had teased her anus for weeks, giving her small tastes of that ultimate pleasure when what she really wanted was the full feast. She whimpered when he breached her tight hole, gasped as he filled her rectum slowly, and moaned when he was finally embedded deeply inside her. Her pussy pulsed with pleasure, her clit aching for stimulation as he slowly pulled back out. When he entered her again, the pain was less and the pleasure was more, a scenario that kept up with each slow withdrawal and each determined thrust until he was taking her ass with smooth, long, deep strokes that stimulated sensitive nerve endings in both her rectum and her pussy. Being in Amy’s ass was everything he had thought it would be, RJ thought as he watched his cock moving with ease in and out of her tight, little hole. He released her buttocks and ran his right hand underneath her to stroke her sensitive folds and plunged into her wet depths while his left hand grabbed a small breast and squeezed that soft flesh. His hips pumped repeatedly into her ass, his cock hard and strong as he reamed her back hole and milked all the sweet juice from her cunt. She flooded his fingers as she spasmed around them. He could feel her contractions in her rectum as she clutched around his cock. He held off his own release as he continued to pump steadily into her, his fingers and cock wringing every ounce of pleasure out of her before he moved back, grabbed her hips again and proceeded to fuck her asshole with harder, stronger strokes. Sweat dripped down his forehead as his balls tightened, preparing for his imminent release. Amy’s cries of pleasure, her small shuddering body glistening damply as she moved in tandem with his thrusting hips, brought him to a feverish pitch. With a shout, he erupted into her depths, spilling his seed deep into her rectum. Amy took his come and gloried in his pleasure. This was the most erotic, stimulating experience of her life and she had him to thank for it. As he lifted her from the table and held her in his arms,

murmuring his pleasure to her, for the first time in over a month, she didn’t regret walking into that bar and giving in to her attraction to this man.

Chapter Twelve Amy braced her hands on RJ’s shoulders as he grabbed her about the waist and lifted her into his truck. She vaguely wondered if she would ever tire of the feel of his strong muscles bulging under her fingers. Somehow, she doubted it. “Buckle up, sweetheart. I need a word with Gary before we leave.” “Yes dad,” she drawled sarcastically. His eyes narrowed beneath the brim of his hat. “Bad girls get their bare butts spanked,” he warned her. Amy laughed at his wasted threat. “I get spanked whether I’m bad or good, so what does it matter? “True,” he agreed without remorse. “Be right back. Amy settled into the seat looking forward to the weekend. She hadn’t been back to Cheyenne with RJ since first meeting him at Rusty’s. The trips she had made into town in the last two months had either been by herself or with Maddy whom she had become fast friends with the past few weeks. RJ was taking her to a rodeo, then an auction to pick out a mare to replace Daisy who was now obviously in a motherly way. After the auction, they were spending the night at the Carleton again before returning to the ranch in the morning. Tomorrow was Sunday, and since she didn’t cook on Sundays, they could take their time returning. Amy watched RJ converse with Gary, his foreman. RJ stood an inch or two taller than Gary, but Gary was just as muscular as RJ and was a very good looking man. He had always been nice and polite to her. She always thought him to be a little shy until he had stumbled upon RJ butt fucking her in the stables last week and had simply stayed to watch and jack off. Then he hadn’t seemed shy at all. She was now used to RJ taking her wherever and whenever he pleased and had to admit she loved the spontaneity and the exhibitionism. Being outdoors half the time was an added stimulant and she knew she would miss that aspect of their sex life come winter. Rory and Mike joined RJ and Gary for a minute then both boys climbed into another truck that had a horse trailer attached as RJ walked back over to his. Climbing in, he asked, “Ready?” “Yes. Are Rory and Mike bringing your new horse back?” “It’ll be your horse, Amy, and yes they are. They’re both off this weekend and want to do some partying tonight, so we’ll wait and go to the auction tomorrow.” “I told you I have no use for a horse of my own. What am I supposed to do with it when I leave?” His constant insistence on buying her things, expensive things such as cars and horses, irritated her. His gestures, though thoughtful and kind, made her feel too obligated to him. A horse f her own would be easy for her to become attached to and difficult to leave, just as RJ was becoming. Happily ever after was not for her and this fantasy she had been living with him was going to end someday. That was about the only thing she was sure of. “Okay, how about this,” RJ said, making an effort to tamp down his irritation. “She’ll be yours as long as you’re at the ranch. When and if you leave, after your contract is fulfilled, she stays with me.” “You don’t have to be so obvious, RJ. I know what my contract says and what my obligations are.” She could tell by the way he was gripping the steering column that he was getting pissed at her. Trying to lighten the mood, she reached over and kissed his cheek as he drove away from the house. “This is your fault you know. If you hadn’t let one of your boys stick it to my sweet little Daisy, I could’ve just kept riding her.” “Yeah, well get used to it, sweetheart. That’s what we do around here. The boys stick it to the girls whenever they can.”

“Yeah, I’m learning that real quick, boss,” she returned dryly, glad he was smiling again. When they arrived at the rodeo over an hour later, Amy saw nothing but a field of pickup trucks and trailers. Across the field that substituted for a parking lot, she could make out several tiers of bleachers around a couple of different fenced corrals. “I take it we have to walk through this sea of trucks to get to the entertainment,” she said, glad she had decided to wear her comfortable tennis shoes with her jean skirt. The day was hot and the wind would feel good against her bare legs. “It’s not as far as it looks. You walk twice that every day at home.” When she started to open her door, RJ reached across and pinned her in her seat with his arm across her hips and his lips clinging to hers. When he pulled away from her soft, damp lips, he ran his hand up under her skirt slowly. “What’re you wearing under here?” “Just a thong,” she answered breathlessly as she anticipated where his hand was headed. Mike and Rory had pulled in next to them, but they had already headed off in the direction of the crowds. He smiled knowingly as his hand cupped her already damp crotch. “Take it off.” Amy’s eyes widened with refusal which quickly changed to excitement as he slipped a finger beneath the silky triangle. “RJ, I can’t walk around all afternoon with nothing on,” she moaned even as she was spreading her thighs to give him easier access. Slipping his finger smoothly between her plump lips, he kissed her again lightly. “Sure you can, sweetheart. Your skirt comes almost to your knees and covers everything. Only you and I will know how bare you are under it, how wet you are, how aroused you’ll be.” Amy gasped as he ran his damp finger over her clit, back and forth repeatedly until she was lifting against his hand and crying out in pleasure. “Fuck, Amy,” he breathed harshly as she soaked his hand with her release. “You can come faster than a jack rabbit.” Without giving her a chance to refuse, he quickly yanked her thong down her legs and stuffed it into his glove compartment. Amy watched him with a bemused expression, her senses still clouded from her quick, satisfying climax. “I guess I’ll go commando today,” she said and was rewarded with another one of his quick, know it all grins. “You’ll love it. I know I will.” RJ came around and lifted her from the cab, then grabbed her hand and led her towards the cheering crowds. Amy found the rodeo crowded, noisy and dusty. RJ led her from one event to another, explaining each one, pointing out men and women who were shooting for titles in barrel racing and bronco and bull riding. He introduced her to neighboring ranchers and friends, but she didn’t even try to remember names as the faces all blended together. The men tipped their hats, called her ‘ma’am’ or ‘miss’ and the women’s smiles were friendly but their eyes were envious and spent more time on RJ than they did on her. It was obvious RJ was well known and well liked. Amy was having a good time stuffing herself with junk food and socializing for the first time. She had a few friends when living on the streets and had met and gone out with a few people in her culinary classes on rare occasions, but she had never actually socialized with a large crowd such as this. When RJ bought her a dark purple cowboy hat and plopped it on her head, she smiled up at him with sparkling eyes. “Purple?” “It matches your eyes. You’re having a good time,” he stated as he wiped some mustard from her hotdog off the corner of her mouth. “I am and, I’ll have you know, my teacher in chef’s class 101 would have my hide if he knew I was eating hotdogs.”

RJ loved seeing her so relaxed and happy. He had a feeling she rarely let her guard down enough to really enjoy herself. Drawing her against him, ignoring the people milling around, he cupped one large hand over her right buttock. “I’ve got your hide now, so his opinion no longer matters.” Amy felt his hand through her skirt and wished they were someplace where he could caress, or slap, her bare flesh. “Yes, you do,” she answered breathlessly as she leaned against his hard strength. “Hey, brother, why don’t you introduce me to your little gal.” RJ kept his arm around Amy as he turned to greet the man who had got his attention by slapping him on the back. “Mitch, I didn’t think you could get here today.” “I switched with someone so I could catch you. This must be the new cook that has all your hands and your livestock eating out of her hands.” “Amy, meet my brother, Mitch,” RJ said, pulling her forward. Amy smiled up at Mitch, noticing his eyes were as green as RJ’s and his smile just as sensually promising. “It’s nice to meet you.” Holding out her hand, she felt it engulfed in another large, calloused palm. The two of them were of the same height and muscular build, and their family resemblance was noticeable now that she had a moment to really look at him. Though Mitch’s hair was a shade darker than RJ’s sun streaked brown, the two of them looked almost identical. “Amy, RJ’s done nothing but rave about your cooking for weeks. I apologize for taking so long to get around to meeting you.” “He’s told me about you also,” she replied, remembering the stories RJ had regaled her with of their childhood exploits and wondering what else his brother had told him. She had heard the love and pride in his voice when he spoke of his brother and it had been obvious the two of them were close. “We’re headed to the bull riding. Want to tag along?” JR asked, taking Amy’s hand. “That’s what I’m here for,” he said, taking Amy’s other hand. When RJ made no comment, she curled her fingers around Mitch’s and enjoyed the attentions of both men for the next two hours. RJ didn’t let the crowds or his brother’s presence stop him from running his hand over her buttocks as they walked, or casually cupping an unfettered breast when they were seated. When Mitch noticed, he just smiled and watched openly, which only made her nipples tighten even more, her pussy dampen further. When they were seated in the bleachers, her hands filled with popcorn, RJ rested his hand on her thigh, just under the hem of her skirt. She held her breath, her desire to feel that hard palm on her naked folds warring with what little modesty she had left. Public displays on his private property were one thing, but at a public event was a different scenario. “A move like that’ll get you arrested, bro, especially as I suspect your girl isn’t wearing anything under that pretty skirt,” Mitch commented when RJ started to move his hand upward, his remark making Amy choke on her popcorn. Both men patted her on the back before RJ offered her a sip of his coke. “Can I help it if I know what’s under there and can’t keep my hands off her?” he complained, but removed his hand. “This shindig’s winding down. You two going to the bonfire?” “If Amy wants to.” “Sure,” she quickly agreed as both men looked at her expectantly and she tried to ignore the fact that Mitch knew about her going panty less. When they both got shit eating grins on their faces, she wondered exactly what she had just agreed to. “I’ll meet you two there shortly. I’m going to go talk to a few guys before heading out.” Amy watched Mitch climb down the bleachers, glad he was giving her some time alone with RJ before joining them again. Between RJ’s constant touches and Mitch’s knowing observance, she was in a heightened state of arousal, one she wanted RJ to do something about.

Leaning into him, she pressed her breast against his arm and said cajolingly, “Let’s go back to your truck and finish what you started, cowboy.” RJ grinned down at her, noticing the lust shimmering in her eyes, feeling the hard pointed tip of her nipple against his arm. She was right where he wanted her to be. “Save it for the bonfire, sweetheart. I promise I’ll make it worth your while.” Amy spent the next thirty minutes cursing him as he kept her senses on edge while the last event winded down. “What the hell do you mean they tie up their balls? That’s cheating!” she exclaimed in outrage as they walked back to his truck. “How else are they going to get them to buck when they need to?” he asked, laughing at her indignity on behalf of the bulls and horses who had a strap tied around their balls right before an event to ensure they put on a good show. “Maybe I should tie your balls and watch you buck around for my entertainment,” she said as he lifted her into the cab. Wincing, he shut the door and joined her on the other side. “That would put a damper on our fun. You wouldn’t want that, would you?” “I don’t know, RJ. I just might be tempted if you don’t let me have some of that fun pretty damn soon. Why do we have to go to this bonfire?” “Because it’ll be fun and that’s where I’m going to fuck you.” That seemed to quiet her outrage he thought when she looked at him out of rounded, lust filled eyes. Reaching over as he deftly pulled out of the field onto the road, he slid up her skirt, exposing her pussy. “Does that idea make you wet?” “I was already wet,” she grumbled, but spread her thighs willingly when he cupped her mound. “It just made me wetter.” “Yes, I can feel that,” he said as he ran his fingers lightly over her damp folds. Thankfully, the area cleared for the bonfire was only a few miles up the road and by the time they arrived, the field held over twenty vehicles and the area was strewn with hay bales, picnic tables, grills being fired up and over forty people mingling about. Amy wasn’t sure what to expect after RJ’s comment about fucking her here, but as they mingled with some of the same people who attended the rodeo, she soon realized that the exhibitionism that went on at the Kincaid Ranch also went on at these get-togethers. “Are you hungry?” RJ escorted her over to a small spot near a grill. “Not in the least,” she answered as he pulled her onto his lap after sitting down on a bale of hay. At least, not for food, she thought when she spied Rick and Maddy a few feet away clutched in a heated embrace. When Rick sat on a camp chair and pulled his wife onto his lap, casually unbuttoned her blouse, exposing a plump breast, her breath caught on a gasp of instant arousal and excitement. RJ leaned back on the make shift seat of hay, pulling her back against his chest as he gauged her reaction to the public displays of nudity. Her eyes, always very expressive, widened with surprise and her breath became shallow as she stared openly. “Like what you see, sweetheart?” he whispered in her ear as another woman got down on her knees, exposed her man’s cock and eagerly went down on him while he continued to casually sip his beer and converse with the guy next to him. “Yes,” she admitted, shifting on his lap, her buttocks rolling over his hard cock. Amy’s lust, already at a low simmer, skyrocketed into a full boil as people all around laughed and conversed while exposing themselves or their partners to plain view and openly engaging in a variety of sexual acts. When Mike strode over to join Rick and Maddy, casually leaning over to suckle the nipple of the breast Rick was casually holding up and offering to him, her pussy gushed fluidly and she couldn’t pull her eyes away from the erotic sight.

When RJ moved his hands to her top and slowly lifted it, she made no move to stop him. On the contrary, she anxiously lifted her arms for him to pull it over her head, leaving her completely bare from the waist up. As his large, hard hands cupped her soft mounds, she turned her face up to his, seeking his mouth. He kissed her hard as his hands tightened on her breasts, loving the way they filled his hands, the way her small pink nipples stabbed his palms. He still marveled at how he never tired of touching her, how her small body turned him inside out with lust and gave him so much pleasure. Or maybe it was her eager acceptance of his open lifestyle and the unadulterated pleasure she got from it. He had had many women in his thirty-six years, but very few accepted his constant need for open, casual sex, his desire to have a woman ready, willing and able to indulge his lust whenever and however he wanted it. When Amy had finally returned to his bed, she had done so with no reservations, an open acceptance and eagerness that constantly amazed him and kept him hard and aching for her. Now, watching as her breathing quickened and she shifted restlessly on his lap, her buttocks moving arousingly on his cock, he couldn’t wait to have her again. When Rick flipped Maddy over his lap, pushed up her skirt and shoved down her panties, Amy gasped and unconsciously spread her thighs. They both watched as Rick smacked her upturned buttocks while Mike moved in front of her, grabbed her head with both hands and shoved his cock into her eager mouth. “RJ?” Amy croaked, so turned on she couldn’t stand to wait a moment longer to feel him on her, against her, in her. The sight of Maddy’s ass turning bright red while she sucked Mike’s cock was the sexiest thing she had ever seen and made her long to experience that very same thing. “I know sweetheart,” he said harshly as he turned her over his lap and pushed up her skirt. “I know exactly what you need, what you want. It’s the same for me.” Amy cried out when he smacked her hard, giving her no quarter as he peppered her buttocks with fast, hard slaps that raised a fiery hue, instant heat and arousal. Other couples were openly fucking while neighbors casually ate a hamburger or hotdog and watched. Amy ground her pussy against RJ’s hard thighs as his swats and the sights of carnality aroused her to a feverish pitch. The hay scratched her sensitive nipples as she shifted against it, her hips lifted for more abuse as she continued to seek release against his thighs. Her world exploded in a myriad of sensation as she climaxed, her throbbing cheeks, sensitive nipples and spasming cunt all working in tandem to send her spinning out of control. When she finally collapsed against him, it was to open her eyes and see Mitch standing next to them, his hand wrapped around his stiff cock, his hot eyes on her abused buttocks that RJ was now rubbing lightly Amy looked from Mitch’s seeping cock back to RJ’s face. “RJ?” Hearing both excitement and the hesitation in her voice, RJ moved her off his lap and onto her knees as he stood behind her. “Brace your arms, sweetheart,” he instructed while bunching her skirt around her waist, leaving her bare above and below it. Releasing his cock, he leaned over her, wedging his cock between her splayed knees as he kissed her damp neck. “Do you want this? Do you want to suck his cock while I fuck you?” Amy’s enthusiastic response to the goings on around him was everything he could have hoped for and made him more sure that she would be agreeable to inviting another to join them. Amy did want Mitch’s cock in her mouth while RJ took her from behind, so much so it scared her. She had been used countless times by men in the past, was nothing to them but a mouth or pussy to fuck, a vessel to be used for their pleasure then discarded. She couldn’t bear to go through that again, to be treated so callously again, especially by JR, whom she knew already held a piece of her heart. Turning her head, their noses practically touched when she demanded desperately, “Say my name. Who am I?”

RJ leaned back in confusion, then glanced up to see Mitch look at her with equal confusion. It only took seconds, but then he noticed the need in her eyes, a need that went beyond her desire for this new sexual experience. Leaning back over her, he grasped her chin and held her mouth up to his. “You’re Amy, and you’re mine, no matter what your answer is.” This time when he kissed her it wasn’t with hard, urgent demand, it was with soft, coaxing persuasion and heartfelt emotions. Amy smiled when he released her lips, then turned her head and looked up at Mitch then down at his tempting cock. “Then yes, I want this.” “We’ll make it good for you, baby,” Mitch purred as he stepped forward and fed his cock into her mouth with one hand while guiding her head with the other. RJ watched her close her lips around Mitch’s cock and couldn’t wait another minute to be inside her. Grabbing her red hips, he slid between her swollen lips smoothly, embedding himself in her sweet warm cunt in one smooth stroke. “Christ, Amy, do you know how beautiful you look with your mouth stuffed with his cock and your ass bright red from my hand. I’ll bet there’s not a man here who doesn’t envy us,” he stated as he took her with long, slow strokes while he continued to reassure her. “But, you’re mine, sweetheart. You have been from the minute you walked into Rusty’s all those weeks ago.” There was a time in the not so distant past that those words would have sent her fleeing in the night. Now, they were a source of comfort, something she realized she had been craving all her life, but never realized it. When Mitch reached down and cupped her breasts, she shut her mind to everything but the ecstasy of having two men intent on nothing but her pleasure. Mitch grasped her nipples between his fingers, turning those small buds then pinching them tightly, just how she liked it. “You’ve got beautiful tits, Amy,” he rasped without breaking stride in fucking her mouth. “They fit perfectly in a man’s hands and your nipples are so responsive. I’ll suck them nice and soft after I come. Would you like that?” Amy nodded her head as she looked up at him with watery eyes. The pain from his pinching sped down to her cunt, making ache for more, her need to come increasing with each stroke of their dicks. “Do that again, Mitch,” RJ instructed from behind her as he dug his fingers harder into her buttocks and increased his thrusts. “I can tell she loved it by the way she soaked my cock and clenched around me.” Amy moaned when Mitch pinched her sensitive nipples again then pulled down on them, much the same as he would do on the udders of a cow. She shuddered with the pleasure, sucking harder on his cock as she thrust back against RJ’s pounding hips. Both men increased their thrusts, taking her mouth and pussy with deep, fast strokes, their width and length filling her orifices completely, eliciting her complete surrender to the pleasure. She moaned long and loud around Mitch’s cock as she came, grinding her hips against RJ, shuddering with encompassing pleasure. She was still rippling with the aftershocks of her orgasm when both men erupted into her, Mitch filling her mouth and throat with his come just as RJ filed her womb with his. She gloried in the feel of their rough possession and the pleasure she seemed to give them. Both men pulled out of her, but continued to tease and torment her flesh. RJ pulled her back against him, his hand caressing the come soaked folds of her well fucked pussy as Mitch bent his head and latched onto her right, sore nipple, suckling that tender bud softly, just as he promised. Alternating between both nipples, he used only his lips and tongue to soothe them as RJ moved his damp fingers from her pussy up her crack to her anus. Slipping one long, wet finger into her tight hole, he slowly finger fucked her ass while holding her loosely around the waist.

Leaning her head back against his shoulder, she closed her eyes and basked in the ongoing stimulation. “Oh God,” she whimpered as she felt her cunt contracting with the onset of another orgasm. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop.” “Never, Amy,” RJ vowed as she shattered again, stunning both men with the way she so easily came apart without any direct clitoral stimulation. “Fucking awesome,” Mitch breathed when he finally quit feasting on her nipples. “No wonder you’re so possessive of her.” But RJ knew it was more than Amy’s sexuality that had drawn him from the moment he saw her. This little spitfire had wormed her way into his heart with her tempting, petite body and big attitude. Her need to cater and spoil those around her, people and animals alike, yet her reticence to accept anything of the like nature challenged his ego; her tightly held secrets about her shady past drew his curiosity; the sad, vulnerable look he caught occasionally in her eyes fired up his protective instincts. He meant it when he had said she was his. The problem was she didn’t trust him enough to accept that.

Chapter Thirteen Amy groaned as she rolled over, the ache in her head causing her as much distress as the ache in her buttocks. Memories of the previous night came rushing back making her sigh in remembered pleasure. After Mitch and RJ had brought her to another orgasm, she had announced she was hungry again, and this time not for sex. After pulling her skirt back down and slipping her top back on, RJ had grilled them some hamburgers and passed around beers. Three beers and two burgers later, she was feeling completely sated and decidedly light headed, which, while they were mingling with his friends, made her slip and use the “f’ word. RJ had wasted no time instructing Mitch to bend her over and bare her ass for his belt, which he had applied liberally to her still sore cheeks in front of a group of close onlookers. Her cunt quickly grew slick as she recalled the stinging pleasure of the leather and the audience induced lust it had aroused, but her pounding head deterred her from seeking to alleviate it. As though nothing unusual had occurred, they conversed and socialized until the crowd started to disperse around midnight. Amy marveled at the easy acceptance of the open sexuality and the friendly, and even respectable, attitude of all those involved. It was obvious they were a close knit group of people that RJ had known for years. By the time they had returned to the hotel, she was high on alcohol and drunk on pleasure, two indulgences she was paying for now. The only thing that had marred the evening for her was the man she caught a brief glimpse of that she could have sworn looked familiar, but she couldn’t place him. He wore a hat pulled too low for her to see his face, and he stayed on the outskirts of the group and activities so she couldn’t get a good look at him. Still, they way he seemed to stare at her with a hint of malevolence and watch her throughout the evening, had left her uneasy, especially when he had started talking with another man and then seemed to nod in her direction, pointing her out. Thinking it was just her imagination, she ignored them and didn’t say anything to RJ, not wanting to sound paranoid or do anything to ruin their evening. “Come on sleepy head,” RJ said in a laughing, booming voice as he jerked the covers off of her. “We need to go get your horse before the nice, sweet tempered mares are all taken.” Rolling back over, Amy pulled the pillow over her head. “Go away. It’s Sunday, I get to sleep in.” Her still pink buttocks were too tempting to ignore, he decided as he swatted her hard, admonishing without sympathy, “It’s already noon. Let’s go.” “Ow!” Reaching behind her, she rubbed her abused flesh and glared up at him before tossing the pillow right in his face. “Fine. Give me an hour in the shower and I’ll be ready. Do you have any aspirin?” RJ hauled her up and grinned down at her peeked face. “Poor baby,” he crooned sarcastically, right before slapping her ass again. “You’ve got thirty minutes to get it together. Here.” Apparently he had anticipated her need as he reached over and picked up a tall glass of orange juice and three aspirin. With a grateful smile, Amy downed the pain relievers and quickly got into the shower. One thing she had learned about RJ, he meant what he said. An hour later, Amy was feeling decidedly better. The aspirin, along with the wonderful breakfast buffet at the hotel had worked wonders for her headache and her mood. As RJ led her around the paddocks that held the horses up for bid, she found the task of selecting one more difficult than she could have imagined. They were all beautiful, even tempered and friendly. “You have to pick one, Amy.” Even though he was exasperated with her indecision, he was enjoying the way she crooned to each little mare, stroked and talked to them as if they were her babies. His girl had such a soft heart for animals. He had never given much thought to the animals

he owned. Most were a source of livelihood, some of pleasure, but none were more than that. He was quite fond of his horse, Domino, and of his two border collies, whom Amy had spoiled rotten, but they were still just pets to him. If Amy continued cherishing them the way she did, he had no doubt they would eventually be considered part of the family. “Come on then,” he said when she didn’t pick one of the five in this paddock. “Let’s look over here.” They moved outside of the arena where there were some corrals they hadn’t checked out yet. Amy looked over at one he was leading her away from, stopped abruptly and tugged on his hand. “I want to look at that one,” she insisted, pointing to an older, run down looking nag with a swayed back. “Uh, sweetheart, that one isn’t suitable for riding, which is probably why she’s separated from the others. Come look at this one,” he coaxed, trying to lead her away from the sorry looking creature he knew was headed to the slaughter house. “No.” Jerking her hand from his, she darted over to the fence and hopped up on it, holding her palm out to the sad looking mare. “That’s a girl, come here, I won’t hurt you. RJ, hand me an apple please.” “Amy,” he warned, pulling an apple from the sack she had insisted on picking up on their way here. “You can’t get this one.” Taking the apple from him, she fed it to the attention starved horse, ignoring him completely. Both Mike and Rory joined them then, looking questioningly at their boss. “Tell her why she can’t have this one,” he demanded of his two employees as they smirked knowingly. Amy hopped off the rail and turned to face the three of them with her hands on her hips and a scowl on her face. “You said I could pick out any horse I wanted, and I want this one. Someone’s been mistreating her, and she needs a good home. You can give her that.” “Amy,” Mike said reluctantly. “She’s probably in poor health, not able to carry even a small person like you any longer. Her eyes narrowed threateningly. “Ad?” All three men winced. “She’s going to be euthanized,” Rory said, even though euthanized was a nice term for slaughtered and turned into dog food. Beneath the brim of her purple hat, Amy’s face paled then turned bright red as her eyes shot daggers. “Like hell.” Glaring at RJ, she announced, “If you won’t buy her, I will.” Pulling her checkbook from her purse, she started to head to the payment booth RJ had pointed to earlier. “Shit,” RJ muttered before glaring at Rory and Mike. “Not one word, not one fucking word,” he threatened as he grabbed her arm before she could stalk off. “Wouldn’t think of it boss,” Mike said with a grin. “Hold up, Amy. I’ll get you this one if you’ll agree to the dark brown sorrel with the white star that was my choice.” Amy had no idea what a sorrel was, but she did remember that mare. Grinning, relieved she could get the poor neglected horse also, she agreed quickly. “Fine. Do you promise to take care of Tinker, get a vet to check her over, make sure she’s okay?” “Tinker?” “That’s what I’m calling her. Promise?” Ignoring the laughter from Mike and Rory, he smiled down at her. “Promise.” They returned to the ranch that afternoon, Amy eager to get know both mares, especially Tinker who had been so misused. They had learned she was taken from a carnival where she had been used to give rides and had been poorly cared for, as were the rest of the animals taken from the same place, most of whom had already been put down. Her heart broke for those poor creatures, which made her even more grateful to RJ for giving in to her demand.

Reaching over, she squeezed his thigh and smiled at him. “Thank you, again, for rescuing Tinker. I really appreciate it.” “You can show me your appreciation when we get home,” he answered suggestively. Moving her hand up to his crotch, she squeezed him through his jeans. “Why wait? I want to show you now.” “Amy,” he protested, although not too much as she deftly loosened his jeans and pulled his erect cock free. “Going seventy on the highway isn’t the time or place for this.” His hands gripped the steering wheel tightly as she simply ignored him and went down on him with her usual, voracious enthusiasm. “Ah, fuck.” Amy giggled while sucking him deeply, the sound going straight to his balls. Clenching one hand in her midnight hair, he thrust up into her mouth as he tried to keep control of the truck. Thank God, he thought a few minutes later as he turned off the highway onto his property. Amy’s mouth and tongue had driven him to the point of no return and he was going to have to pull over before she finished him off. Pulling over, he put the truck in park and waved Mike and Rory on pass, ignoring the blare of their horn as they crept by and saw Amy’s head bobbing on his dick. Amy heard the boys drive pass and ignored their taunt as she savored RJ’s cock thoroughly, filling her mouth and throat with his steely length, loving the feel and taste of him against her tongue. His soft curses and tightly fisted hand in her hair told her he was drawing near and within moments she had coaxed his ejaculation out of him. Sucking him harder, faster, her tongue stroking every inch of his flesh, she drew out every drop of his come and gulped it down greedily. RJ thought the sight of those pretty lips all wet and puffy as she raised her head and slowly licked them was the sexiest thing he had ever seen. “You’re going over my knee for ignoring me, just as soon as I get enough strength back to see to you properly,” he muttered as he shifted into gear and headed to the ranch once again. “If that threat was meant to worry me, you need to come up with something else. I love being over your knees.” “I think I created an insatiable monster.” They both laughed and RJ marveled at the changes in her in the past few weeks. Her easy capitulation that first night had been the start of his obsession, followed by two weeks of denial that had driven him crazy but only increased his need, then, finally, a head first dive into his lifestyle that had been the last straw to losing his heart completely. When they pulled in front of the stables, Amy noticed a third person helping Rory and Mike with unloading the horses and recognized him immediately as one of the men she had spotted at the bonfire that seemed to be watching her, giving her the creeps. This man she recognized as he was the one without a hat and had been facing her, whereas the other one, the one that had seemed familiar, had kept his hat pulled low and his face averted so she couldn’t see him clearly. “Who’s that?” she asked RJ before getting out of the truck. “Carl. I just hired him last week to help with driving some of the herd to auction in a few weeks. Something wrong, sweetheart?” he asked when he noticed the uneasy look on her face. “No, of course not. I just didn’t recognize him.” RJ let it slide, but wondered at her unease. Amy had always been open and accepting of all his hands, and had seemed to grow fond of several of them as they had of her. Even though he was a temporary hand, he hoped Carl fit in around here, showed the same amount of loyalty and respect he demanded from all his employees, especially where Amy was concerned. If not, he would be shown off his ranch immediately. Amy spent all her free time the following week with her two new pets. She had named the dark brown mare Coco and, after she had found the whereabouts of Bessie, rode her out to her pasture everyday. Tinker required more time to overcome her distrust of people, but she was sure with enough love and treats, the sad looking mare would eventually enjoy life at the ranch. The only thing

to mar her happiness was the unease she felt whenever she caught Carl staring at her with a cocky sneer and insulting look in his dark eyes. She went out of her way to avoid looking at him at meals and stayed away from the barn and stables when she knew he was in from the pastures where he spent most of his time. Amy was grateful for Maddy’s presence the following weekend at dinner when all the hands were tired and upset about the prank someone played by salting the water troughs around the ranch. All except Carl, who seemed to be indifferent to the trouble and potential harm the prank had caused. “Here, Amy, let me help you,” Maddy said as she started to gather up the dinner dishes. “Thanks, Maddy. I’m glad you and Rick joined us tonight.” Carrying the dishes into the kitchen, she said quietly, “Rick, Gary and RJ are going to discuss who might’ve done such a thing when the guys clear out.” “Probably kids from a neighboring ranch. No one around here would do anything like that, would they?” Amy asked as they loaded the dishwasher together. “No way. All of RJ’s hands are loyal to him, even the younger, college guys. He pays them too well and his no tolerance rule when it comes to the care of his livestock is well known.” Amy was tempted to ask Maddy what she thought of Carl, but didn’t want to cause trouble. Besides, she was sure RJ would keep an eye on him and the other two men he had hired temporarily for the roundup, especially after this incident. “Once they’re done scarfing down that chocolate cake, want to sit with me in the den while they do their business?” Maddy’s blue eyes shone with excitement as she took her hand and led her out of the kitchen. “Let’s go relax now. We’ll clean up the dessert plates later. We’ll go raid RJ’s wine while we wait on them.” Amy went with her willingly, as a glass of wine sounded too good to pass up. She had been tense all day after hearing about the contaminated water, and couldn’t explain her unease other than she felt bad for all the extra work the prank had caused everyone. An hour later, both girls were feeling relaxed after sharing a bottle of RJ’s wine when Rick, RJ and Gary joined them in the den. “You look pleased with yourselves,” RJ commented as he passed a beer to Rick and Gary before opening his and taking a long pull. “Just relaxing after all that food,” Maddy replied airily. “This wouldn’t have anything to do with that relaxed state, now would it?” Rick asked his wife as he held up the empty wine bottle. “Maybe a little.” RJ moved to sit next to Amy on the leather couch while Maddy rose and sat on the other one across from them. Rick joined her, but Gary was content to lean against the bar. “Maybe I need to show our friends your new present.” Rick eyed Maddy with a smirk. “You brought it?” Maddy’s eyes lit with pleasure and arousal as her husband casually slipped his hand inside her halter top and cupped a bare breast. Amy watched the couple as Rick pulled Maddy’s breast out, bent his head, and sucked her nipple. Amy looked over at Gary and saw him smiling slightly as he watched them, his look both amused and aroused. When RJ’s arm came around her and pulled her close, she looked up at him questioningly. “Do you want to stay or retire to our room?” She could tell by the hot look in his green eyes and the hard bulge in his jeans that he wanted to stay and ‘entertain’ his friends, but he was leaving the choice up to her. “I want to see her new present,” Amy said by way of an answer.

“Hear that, Rick? Amy wants to see what you bought your wife.” “Hey Gary, make yourself useful and grab that bag I left by the front door, would you?” Rick asked as he casually untied Maddy’s top and lowered it to her waist. “Sure.” Gary returned with the brown sack, reached inside and brought out a round, leather paddle with a short handle. “Here you go,” he said as he handed it to Rick then moved to sit on the sofa next to Amy. “Stand up and pull down those shorts, honey,” Rick instructed Maddy who quickly obeyed without qualm and with eager anticipation. Amy’s excitement grew, her pulse leaping with barely suppressed need as the other woman shoved her shorts to her knees and draped herself over her husband’s lap, her bare ass on display. When RJ pushed her calf length skirt up to her hips and cupped her mound, she simply spread her legs and leaned into him as Rick brought the paddle down on Maddy’s right cheek with a resounding crack. Maddy cried out then bit her lip as she lifted for the next blow, and the next. She managed to smile over at Amy as RJ slowly lowered her thong, baring her pussy before covering it with his hand. “Is she wet?” Rick asked as he smacked Maddy’s ass again. “Soaking, as usual.” RJ grinned, enjoying both the sight of Maddy’s red ass and Amy’s rapt attention on that red ass. “See what your ass looks like when I spank you, Amy?” Amy had been wondering if that was what she looked like as RJ tormented her ass daily. Maddy’s reddening buttocks turned her on, made her envious and aching to feel that paddle on her own tender skin. She knew exactly where that pain would lead her, where Maddy is going now as Rick set the paddled aside and plunged his fingers into Maddy’s cunt. “RJ.” She turned pleading, aroused eyes up to his. “Rick, would you mind if I borrowed that paddle?” “I’ll get it,” Gary offered eagerly, not waiting for Rick’s answer since they all knew what it would be. RJ pulled Amy over his lap as Maddy cried out in orgasm and Gary returned to him with the paddle. Raising her skirt, he wasted no time applying the paddle to her plump, white cheeks. Amy felt Gary sit next to them again, knew his eyes were on her bare ass as RJ wasted no time in making sure her buttocks matched Maddy’s hue. The paddle elicited a sharp pain which left her buttocks throbbing in heated torment in no time. She loved it, even though she couldn’t prevent whimpering in agony with each stroke just as she couldn’t prevent the tell tale evidence of her arousal in the damp juices seeping from her cunt. The fact that Rick, Maddy and Gary now had their undivided attention on her blistering cheeks, only heightened her arousal. When RJ pushed a muscled arm beneath her hips and elevated her ass before making his blows harder, she cried out in tormented bliss. The under curve of each buttock received several swats as well as the top of her thighs until her entire backside felt swollen and pulsed with red hot agony. “RJ, please! I need to come,” she sobbed, unable to refrain from begging any longer. She had never known a need this great, been so turned on, her pussy and anus craving possession. RJ tossed the paddle aside and pulled Amy into his arms. She was trembling with need, her cunt dampening his pants where she sat. Pulling her top off first, he then jerked her skirt and panties down her legs and off her bare feet. “There, sweetheart, we’ll make you feel better soon, don’t worry,” he soothed her as he kissed her damp eyes, then her lips before moving down to her pointed pink nipples. Amy moaned as Gary joined him, the dual suction of both her nipples almost more than she could bear. When she glanced over at Maddy and Rick with wide eyes and saw Maddy was completely naked also and gazing at her with longing, she felt her pulse quicken. “RJ?” she whispered as they suckled her nipples with tight pulls that went straight to her pussy.

“Do you know what one of Rick’s favorite things to watch Maddy do is?” he asked her when he had released her nipple with a loud smack. Amy just shook her head, realizing that they must have had this planned, whatever ‘this’ was. “He loves to watch her go down on a woman almost as much as Maddy loves doing it.” Before Amy could respond, RJ turned her in his lap, facing the other couple, and spread her legs over his. “Isn’t that a pretty sight?” “Beautiful,” Rick agreed before they those rose and walked over to them. “What do you say, Amy? Do you want Maddy to make you come?” RJ dipped two fingers into her pussy, pleased when she tightened around them. “I don’t know,” she admitted, never having considered such a thing. Her past experiences never included another woman and she had never harbored any secret fantasies that included sex with another woman. Still, right now she was so horny, she didn’t give a shit who got her off just so long as they did. “It’ll be good, I promise sweetheart, and Rick, Gary and I would love it.” Amy felt RJ’s cock poke her ass and longed to feel it filling her pussy or ass, she didn’t care which. She supposed before she did, she was going to see what it was like being licked by a woman. “Okay,” she whispered, her face flaming with her surrender. “That’s my girl.” Amy loved hearing those words of praise from him, in that deep, sexy voice. She leaned back against him as Maddy fell to her knees between her spread legs and bent her head to her pussy. RJ moved his hands up to her breasts as Rick knelt behind his wife, released his raging hard on and shoved it into her cunt in one smooth thrust. She barely took notice of Gary releasing his own hard cock and RJ slipping a hand beneath her to work his free as Maddy’s tongue proved to be exceptionally talented. Amy’s hands went automatically to Maddy’s blonde head and held her mouth to her gushing pussy. She gasped as Maddy’s tongue rasped her clit and her fingers filled her empty, needy sheath. Tongue and fingers worked in tandem to bring her to a fast, body encompassing climax, her sharp cry of release matching Maddy’s as she rocked back against her husband’s invading cock. Amy was still in the throes of her orgasm, loving the feel of Maddy’s mouth on her bare folds and sensitive flesh, when she felt RJ probe her anus with two slick fingers, slipping into her rear hole with practiced ease. The dual stimulation was too much and threw her instantly into another climax, this one stronger, lasting longer as her entire body shook with the pleasure. When Maddy finally lifted her face from her pussy, it was to smile at her with lips coated with Amy’s juices, slick and wet from cheek to cheek. Gary rose from next to her and offered his cock to Maddy, who opened willingly for that treat as Rick continued to plow into her from behind. RJ took that moment to replace his fingers with his cock, lifting her effortlessly, and then holding her hips as she slowly lowered them, guiding her as she took his cock up her ass. “Lean forward a bit, sweetheart,” RJ instructed from behind her, his voice tight with restrained lust. Amy bent forward, moaned as he filled her rectum completely as Gary blatantly watched on, his face red and sweaty as Maddy worked his cock as diligently as she had her pussy. When Gary reached out and cupped one of Maddy’s breasts with one hand and one of Amy’s with his other, they were all connected. Amy rode RJ’s cock with slow up and down movements, loving the feel of him embedded in her ass, filling her completely, stretching her almost to the point of pain. For the first time since meeting RJ, she wasn’t interested in climaxing. Her two previous explosions had left her sated and content, and now she was simply enjoying the sights in front of her, the sensations behind her and the pleasure she knew she gave RJ.

When he finally came with a shout, his cock jerking hard in her rectum as he filled her with his seed, she thought she had never experienced anything so wonderful. And as both Rick and Gary enjoyed their own releases, she thought it was good to have friends.

Chapter Fourteen Maddy asked Amy to go shopping with her the next day and since RJ said he would be busy cutting his livestock for the trip to the upcoming auction, she decided to spend her day off doing girl stuff, as the men called it. She had never had the time, inclination or money before to waste on frivolous items or pastimes, but Maddy’s enthusiasm was contagious and she actually found herself looking forward to spending the day with her doing nothing but pampering herself. “You are so fucking lucky,” Maddy sighed as she settled into the passenger seat of Amy’s Crossover. “A sun roof and heated leather seats. RJ went all out for you, didn’t he?” “These seats are heated?” Amy slipped on her seatbelt and headed into town, surprised to learn about yet another little extra in the vehicle RJ had purchased for her to drive. Having owned nothing but her fifteen year old Escort, and that had been bought used with no extras on it, she wasn’t privy to all the amenities vehicles had these days. “Here’s the switch for the heat.” Maddy pointed to one of the small knobs on the dash. “Uh, what’d you know about that, not that it matters. This vehicle belongs to RJ and the ranch, not me personally. And how come you’re allowed to say ‘fuck’ and I’m not?” Maddy laughed at Amy’s exasperation. “I’m not. Trust me, I get my butt whipped every time I slip. Not that I mind.” “It is kind of cute the way they want us to be lady like, except when it comes to sex.” “Speaking of sex,” Maddy said, turning to face her in the seat. “Are you okay with what went on last night?” Amy had been so tired last night, she had fallen asleep as soon as she had lain down and had slept dreamlessly through the night. She hadn’t given the events of last night much thought because she was still trying to come to grips with having a satisfying sexual relationship with a man, a man she was growing more fond of every day, let alone her acceptance and arousal with all the exhibitionism and now third parties added into the mix. “Do you guys do that often? You know, have group sex?” she asked, unsure what to label their little get together of the previous evening. “No, not often. RJ’s joined us occasionally when Rick and I have been fucking outside, usually during one of his breaks from work. I’ve just sucked his cock, as well as some of the other guys we’ve invited a time or two. Last night was the first time RJ’s asked us to play at his place, with someone else. We’ve never seen him so obsessed with a woman.” “I’m sure he’s been quite fond of several women in his life. He doesn’t strike me as the type to settle down and be content with just one for long.” As much as that thought bothered her, it was the only reasoning she had to explain her uncharacteristic response to him, a response that had caused her to throw away the restraints she had kept on her life to keep from getting too closely involved with anyone. Thinking RJ would tire of her soon and they would return to an employer/employee relationship had been instrumental in her allowing it to develop as much as it had. Now however, thoughts of him ending their affair, and possibly turning to another before her contract was up, seemed to be something her heart didn’t want. “Honey you don’t know RJ very well if you think that. He doesn’t buy expensive crossovers or malnourished, sorely used horses for just another fling. And, even though he’s been known to play on the wild side at the bonfires and share once in a while, he’s never brought a woman into his home and offered her a choice. In the past, if whoever he was banging didn’t go for the spankings, public displays or adding a cock to her mouth occasionally, he’d simply dump them and move on. Trust me, you’re more than just the latest fling.”

Maddy’s words thrilled her as much as filled her with fear. If it wasn’t for a past that would always be a threat to her and any relationship she had, she would give in and allow herself to fall in love with RJ. She feared she was half way there already and it wouldn’t take much to tip her the rest of the way. Amy quickly changed the subject to what Maddy had planned for the afternoon, and Maddy, being the astute woman that she was, knew when someone was running scared from their feelings and let the subject drop. Four hours later, Maddy and Amy dropped into seats at a small Italian Bistro, their purses lighter from all the shopping and pampering they had done. After hitting the stores where Maddy talked Amy into purchasing some risqué, sexy tops to wear with all the skirts RJ had bought her, they had both gotten manicures and pedicures. Amy held up her nails painted in a dark red and marveled at how different they looked all buffed and shined. “Red is your color,” Maddy said after they had ordered. “It goes great with your dark coloring. “I’m twenty four years old and never had my nails done. How pathetic is that?” “Depends. Why is it you’ve never indulged in what every girl does starting at age twelve?” Amy shrugged uncomfortably, sorry she had brought it up. “Let’s just say there were other things to occupy my time while growing up in foster care.” “Oh, I’m sorry. It must have been hard not to have a family of your own. Want some wine with lunch,” she asked, changing the subject because of the closed look on Amy’s face. “Are you kidding? Remember how we ended up last night after drinking a bottle of wine?” Both women laughed easily, glad there was no awkwardness over the incident, especially since they both knew it was likely to happen again. After lunch, Amy went out to her vehicle while Maddy used the restroom one more time. Just as she reached for the door handle, her arm was grabbed in a tight grip and she was spun around to face the cruel sneer that was always present on Carl’s face. “What do you want, Carl?” she snapped while trying to pull her arm away. “What’s the matter, Miss Amy,” he drawled sarcastically, his hand tightening. “The Kincaid whore think she’s too good for me?” Amy’s face paled at his insult, but she refused to let him know how much his taunt hurt. “As a matter of fact, yes, you son of a bitch. Now let me go.” “You’ll be sorry, little girl. Yours is coming, and when it does, I’m going to be right there watching you get what you deserve.” “Hey, release her!” Maddy yelled as she came flying over and jerked Carl’s arm. “Let her go right now, Carl.” Carl stepped back and tipped his hat mockingly to both women. “Have a nice day, ladies.” “Are you all right?” Maddy asked solicitously, noticing the pallor of Amy’s face and the bleak look in her eyes. “What did he say to you, Amy?” “Nothing important, Maddy. Thanks for stepping in.” Rubbing her arm absently, she pulled open her door and slid behind the wheel, wanting to put the incident behind her. Maddy got in on the other side, her face red with anger. “I’m telling RJ as soon as we get back. He’ll fire him on the spot.” “No!” Appalled, Amy glared at Maddy. “Please, I don’t want to cause any problems. He’s only working on the ranch temporarily, Maddy. Promise me you won’t say anything. Promise me you’ll just let it go.” “Only if you tell me what he said.” Amy closed her eyes in frustration, then repeated Carl’s nasty comments. “He was there, at the bonfire last week. I assume he was talking about what went on.”

“Amy, you do know that the men involved in that open sexual lifestyle, have every respect for the women who are involved, don’t you? There’s not a one of them that would tolerate Carl talking to you that way.” “You promised you wouldn’t tell if I told you, Maddy.” Amy stubbornly refused to listen to her on the way home, and finally Maddy reluctantly agreed to keep the incident between the two of them. By the following weekend, Amy had gotten over the encounter with Carl having refused to let one bad experience ruin her time with RJ. Since she hadn’t seen Carl since, it was easy to shove aside the unease he aroused in her and act like nothing had happened. After spending some time with Tinker, brushing her and feeding her apples and sugar cubes, she swung up onto Coco, and set out towards the north pasture where she knew Bessie was. She had gotten adept at letting Coco out into an easy lope and they arrived in less than thirty minutes. Riding up and down the fence, she searched for the one cow she knew apart from all the others and listened eagerly for her greeting. When, after fifteen minutes, there was no sign of Bessie, Amy trotted over to the boys working that area. Rory and Mike spotted her and came riding over when she waved. “I’m sorry to bother you, but do you guys know where Bessie is?” An uneasy look passed between the two. All the hands knew of Amy’s attachment to that cow, the one that bore scars from becoming entangled in barbed wire. “Uh, Amy, Bessie’s with the herd to go to auction,” Rory said, refusing to look at her. “What! You’re going to sell her? Why?” “Honey,” Mike answered, after another pregnant pause, “You do know what the auction is, don’t you?” Rolling her eyes as she grew irritated with their evasiveness, she snapped, “Of course I do. That’s where ranchers go to buy their livestock. I learned that my first week here. But why Bessie?” “Well, you see, this auction is a meat auction, Amy. When the cattle reach a certain age and weight, they’re sold to the ….er, to the butchers,” Rory finally said, not telling her that butchers was a nice term for the slaughterhouse. Amy’s face paled, then turned bright red as she turned Coco around. “No fucking way.” “Oh, shit,” Mike muttered. “Here she goes again. I wouldn’t want to be RJ when she gets back. Was it just that morning that she was marveling over her acceptance of the changes in her life RJ had brought about? For the first time, she was enjoying an active, if somewhat unconventional, sex life with a sexy, caring man that turned her inside out more ways than one. She found herself constantly thinking about him, yearning to hear the sound of his voice as he came in from work, constantly craving his touch, aching to see his eyes light with that special smile he seemed to have just for her. She still doubted whether anything permanent could ever come of their relationship, but for right now she had been content to bask in the moment. Ha! She thought snidely. That was before she knew he was sending her beloved Bessie off to be somebody’s Sunday pot roast! She jumped off Coco outside the stable and wasted no time storming inside, calling his name. “RJ! Dammit, where the hell are you? I want to talk to you!” Checking all the stalls, she came storming around the corner of one and ran smack into his hard frame. “Amy, what’s all the yelling about?” His hands grabbed her arms as she made to pull back from him. She was glaring up at him with fire in her eyes, her face red with anger. He felt Mitch come up behind him, but the presence of his brother didn’t deter her from venting. “Get her back, RJ. Right now, or so fucking help me I’ll follow them to auction and buy her back myself.”

RJ’s brows lowered in a frown as he wondered what the hell she was babbling about. His lust, always just a hairs breadth away when it came to Amy, surged forcefully. “What have I told you about saying ‘fuck’,” he warned her silkily. Amy rolled her eyes and gritted her teeth in frustration. “RJ, I’m serious. I want Bessie back, now, before they leave for auction. The poor thing is probably traumatized irrevocably by being singled out for the butcher in the first place.” RJ had to literally bite his tongue to keep from laughing as he finally realized what she was talking about. Apparently Bessie was one of the herd slated to go to auction tomorrow, one that she seemed to be attached to. “Who’s Bessie?” Mitch asked with a knowing grin. “She’s my cow and this big oaf is sending her away to be ground into hamburger. That is not happening, RJ.” “How was I supposed to know you were buddies with a cow. How’d you pick just one?” Amy reminded him about the barbed wire incident before demanding again, “Now, get her back.” “Mmm, what do you think, Mitch? Think I should give in to her after her potty mouth?” “Maybe, if she takes her punishment like a good girl. I’d be more than happy to help.” Amy’s concern for Bessie took a back seat to the instant arousal the two of them raised in her. Suddenly, her jeans felt too confining and she itched to discard them, her pussy dampening with instant need for stimulation and fulfillment as they both eyed her with dominant lust. She didn’t protest when RJ took her arm and followed Mitch as he sat down on a bench. “Pull down your pants and bend over Mitch’s lap, sweetheart. I’ll see to your cow after we’ve seen to you.” Amy knew he was as good as his word so she quit worrying about Bessie and quickly shoved her jeans and panties to mid thigh and draped herself across Mitch’s hard thighs, her body trembling in excitement and lust. RJ had been the only one to ever spank her, but as she looked up at him and saw the flare of unmitigated desire in his green eyes as they rested on her naked ass, she was more than happy to allow Mitch that privilege if it meant seeing that look on RJ’s face. RJ smiled at her as she watched him loosen his jeans and pull his engorged cock out. She cried out when Mitch swatted her right cheek, leaving a vivid red mark against her white skin. His cock seeped with pleasure as Mitch spanked her again, and again, the slaps and her cries echoing in the stables. By the tenth stroke, her buttocks were a bright red, her hips were lifting repeatedly for more and her cries had dwindled to mewling whimpers of pleasure. His hand tightened around his cock as he stroked himself, her eyes glued to his crotch. “Damn, RJ, she’s got a fine ass. Perfect for spanking,” Mitch said as he continued to smack her bottom, making sure he covered every inch of her delectable, bouncing flesh. “I’m about to come in my fucking jeans just from the feel of her soft skin heating beneath my hand. Hurry up and get off, would ya? I’m dying here.” Amy groaned as Mitch’s words ramped up her arousal and caused her pussy to gush further. Her thighs felt sticky from her juices and her orifices ached to be filled as the pain in her ass spread pleasure throughout her system. “I’m with you, bro,” RJ muttered as he stepped closer to them and then shot his seed on her red ass. Amy cried out as his warm sperm splashed on her warmer buttocks and her hips jerked with unfulfilled need. “RJ!” Mitch answered her plea by shoving two fingers into her sopping cunt and his thumb into her rectum and proceeded to finger fuck both orifices into orgasm. Amy wept with the pleasure as RJ

ran his hand over her ass, spreading his come on her tormented globes, which only heightened her climax further. They gave her no time to savor the pleasure or to even catch her breath as Mitch pushed her to her knees in front of him, released his dick and pushed it into her eager mouth. “Fuck yes!,” he groaned and she swallowed him completely, her mouth wet and tight as she sucked voraciously up and down his entire shaft. The sight of Amy sucking so happily on his brother’s cock, the white of his come standing out so vividly against her red cheeks sent his cock straight up again and he wasted no time kneeling behind her and thrusting into her still wet sheath. The men’s groans mixed with the slurping of Amy’s mouth and carried throughout the stable, as did their shouts of release when they filled her with their seed. Amy went into RJ’s arms eagerly as he lifted her from the ground and pulled up her pants. “Come on, sweetheart. I’ll call out to Mike and make sure he pulls your Bessie from the group.” Amy sighed in relief and sated pleasure as the three of them walked out of the stable towards the house. He always gave her what she wanted, and when it came to sex, he gave her exactly what she not only wanted, but needed. She knew she would never find with another man what she had found with him. She had never regretted her past more than she did at that moment. Amy’s thoughts came to an abrupt halt when she spotted the white and tan SUV parked next to RJ’s truck with the Sheriff’s logo on the side. Stopping mid stride, she stared at the offending vehicle and felt her stomach clenching in dread. “RJ, whose vehicle is that?” RJ looked from her peaked face and dilated eyes to Mitch’s suburban. “Mitch’s. Why? What’s wrong?” Mitch raised a questioning brow before asking her, “Didn’t RJ tell you I’m the county Sheriff, Amy?” Amy pulled away from both men as she tried to get herself under control. “No, he didn’t, said you had gone into law. I thought you were a lawyer. You really should have told me, RJ,” she couldn’t help accusing him as she wondered how this could be worse. Not only was he related to the law, she had just fucked a cop for the second time. “Excuse me, I need to clean up. Thank you for saving Bessie for me, RJ.” Amy ran into the house, needing to get away from them and trying not to panic. “Just how much do you know about her, RJ?” Mitch recognized the look of a cornered rabbit when he saw one and it was obvious to both men that Amy had a reason to stay clear of anyone in law enforcement. “Obviously not enough.” “Why don’t you let me run her social security number, just to be on the safe side.” RJ hesitated. Running a check on her felt like a betrayal and their relationship was too fragile to withstand it if she ever found out. On the other hand, he hadn’t been able to get a thing out of her in the two months she’d been there and her reaction today worried him enough to take the risk. “I’ll get it for you.”

Chapter Fifteen Amy alternately cursed, prayed and fretted as she put together a huge pot of stew and made homemade biscuits for dinner. Berating herself for being so caught up in her affair with RJ and her growing feelings for her boss, she had let her guard down and missed all the warning signs that might have let her know she was sucking the dick of a cop. She knew from experience cops saw things others didn’t, picked up nuances that could lead to one’s downfall. If that happened, she had no one to blame but herself, she thought furiously, and wondered if she shouldn’t chance it. She had enough money saved to change her name again and start over someplace else. Hearing male laughter, Amy glanced out the window above the kitchen sink and saw RJ and Mitch talking with Rory who was holding Bessie by a lead and shaking his head at his boss. Her heart simply melted at the sight of her cow and the thought that RJ had acted so quickly to see to her rescue. She knew the cattle, and even the horses to a lesser extent, were just assets to his business and she realized what a big concession it was on his part to keep one just to please her. For the first time since fleeing New York, Amy felt tears well and threaten to spill at the thought of leaving him, the ranch and all her new friends. Talk about stupid, she thought as she rubbed her damp eyes. As if getting attached to the man wasn’t bad enough, she had to go and fall in love with his home, his animals, his employees and, most of all, his addicting brand of dominant sex. Watching him smile at his brother and remembering the hot look of lust and pride in his eyes both times she had sucked Mitch’s cock, she knew they were very close. Sighing in resignation, she also knew the moment she had seen Bessie again, that she wasn’t ready to flee, couldn’t bear to give up all that he offered, even if that meant associating with his brother occasionally. Sliding the two trays of biscuits into the oven, Amy cleaned her hands and ran out the front door, unable to resist checking on Bessie a moment longer. Going to RJ first, she threw her arms around his neck, laughed as he lifted her feet off the ground with a one armed hug, and kissed him lustily. “Thank you.” RJ was relieved to see the scared, haunted look was gone from her eyes and smiled back at her. “You’re welcome. Now what the hell are we supposed to do with her?” “Well, I thought we could stable her with Tinker. They could be company for each other.” “If I widen a stall for the two of them, will you thank me like that, Amy?” Rory teased as RJ let her down. “Sure, Rory, and thanks for the offer. I’ll even give you the biggest slice of the fruit pizza I made for dessert tonight.” “Damn, you sure know how to tempt a guy.” “Think I can wrangle an invite to dinner, Amy?” Mitch asked. Amy saw only polite interest on his face and a hint of lust in his hazel eyes, and felt herself relax. He really was a good looking man, tall and rugged like RJ, and had been nothing but friendly and respectable toward her, despite their two erotic encounters. It looked like her desire for RJ and the life she had grown to love outweighed her common sense when it came to keeping her distance from Mitch and the potential threat having him near imposed. “There’s always enough for extras, Mitch. Now, go take care of my cow so I can finish dinner.” Walking over to Bessie who greeted her with lowing and a butt of her head, Amy cooed to her and rubbed her nose the way she knew she liked. “It’s okay now, baby. RJ won’t let anything happen to you.”

RJ glared at both Rory and Mitch when they smirked at him as Amy strolled back up to the house. “Rory, so help me God, if you guys let her get attached to any more of my herd, I’ll fire the lot of you.” “Yeah, right boss,” Rory grinned at him as he led Bessie away. “I’ll be sure to pass that on.” “You’ve got it bad for the girl,” Mitch commented as they headed up to the house. “What’re you going to do if something shows up on the back ground check?” “Deal with it without losing her.” RJ’s tone was implacable and brooked no argument. He didn’t know how or when she had wormed so completely into his heart, but she had and there was nothing that would keep him from doing everything in his power to keep her with him. Amy’s mood lightened considerably over dinner thanks to all the ribbing and teasing she received from the boys over what they called another rescue. Not even the presence of Carl could keep her from enjoying the camaraderie, especially when the focus of the teasing switched from her to RJ. When she served the fruit pizza for dessert and dished up a large serving for Rory first, he then became the brunt of their joking. After cleaning up, she went to the den and was surprised to see Mitch was still there, both him and RJ relaxing with a beer and the big screen television tuned to a baseball game. Not wanting to disturb them, she quietly went down the hall to RJ’s room where all her things had eventually been moved. A long soak in the large, whirlpool bath left her loose and relaxed, so relaxed that when she slipped naked into RJ’s big bed, she fell asleep almost instantly. Soft lips tickling her ear and a hard calloused hand stroking her buttocks as she lay face down, roused her slowly a short while later. Amy groaned as she was pulled against a hard, naked, muscular body, her breasts snuggling against the hair of a wide chest, her leg being lifted over lean hips as that hand on her buttocks continued to squeeze and fondle those sensitive globes. She sighed as she felt RJ’s lips move to hers and kiss her softly. Sinking into the kiss and straining closer against his body, she was barely awake until she felt the bed dip behind her and another hard, naked body press against her back. RJ shoved the covers down, his eyes blazing hotly down at her. “Do you want Mitch to stay or go? It’s your choice.” Amy turned her head to see Mitch looking at her, hot lust in his eyes and a patient smile on his lips. “I won’t be offended if you say no, Amy. Disappointed, definitely, but not offended. We just want to please you.” He couldn’t have said anything better to get her acceptance. When had a man ever wanted to please her? Now, she had not one, but two men who wanted to do just that. “You want this?” she asked RJ, needing his reassurance. “I want to watch you come apart while we both touch you, and I want to watch your mouth fill with his cock while I fuck you. But, he knows and I want you to know, that no one, except me, gets to fuck your pussy and ass. You’re mine, Amy, despite the fact that it turns me inside out to bring you to the heights of pleasure with another, to watch as you return that favor to him.” Not even the knowledge that Mitch was a cop could keep her from denying RJ the need she saw on his face and the answering need it brought out in her. For an answer, she turned towards Mitch and drew his head down to hers, her kiss one of consent and acceptance. She had no more time to think, or worry about the consequences of her actions as Mitch drew her hard into his embrace, his lips voracious as they ate at her mouth, his tongue invading, searching and conquering as one arm held her against him and the other made an exploratory trip down to her pussy. Amy moaned into his mouth as she lifted her leg over his hips, opening herself to his questing fingers. When RJ spooned behind her and his hand reconnected with her ass, first in soothing and stimulating caresses, then with hard, well aimed slaps, she shuddered in instant, mind numbing arousal. Pulling away from Mitch’s mouth, she buried her face in his shoulder, whimpering as her

hips thrust forward against his invading fingers then back to meet and willingly accept another hard swat from RJ. “Ah, fuck me, RJ,” Mitch groaned as his fingers sunk into her wet depths. “She’s as smooth as a baby’s bottom and as hot as a firecracker. She’s fucking soaking my hand.” “Is that a complaint?” RJ questioned, his voice tight with suppressed need and knowledge. “Hell no. What man wouldn’t kill to spend a few hours buried inside such a welcoming cunt.” Amy gasped as RJ landed another hard, well aimed blow to her already burning cheeks, eliciting more pain induced pleasure. Their words added to their foreplay, notching her lust higher as she relished the dual stimulation of the painful swats and the cunt exploring fingers. When Mitch rasped his thumb over her clit once, twice and then three times, she came with a sharp cry and a full body tremor as she shook between the two men. They were merciless in their intent to see to her pleasure, not giving her any quarter as Mitch’s fingers left her still spasming pussy to be replaced by his mouth. Scooting down her damp body, he effortlessly spread her thighs over his face as he brought her crotch over his mouth. RJ’s hands had resumed their soft strokes of her now reddened, swollen buttocks as Mitch spread her folds, opening herself completely to his gaze. “Isn’t that the prettiest pussy you’ve ever seen?” RJ asked as he moved his head behind her to hold her hips up for both men’s close scrutiny. “Definitely,” Mitch agreed before slowly running his tongue up the exposed pink walls of her entrance then delving deep into the darker pink of her inner core. Amy gasped, her hands latching onto the headboard as she braced herself above their mouths. She cried out when Mitch’s tongue moved to her exposed, needy clit and his fingers once again tunneled deep into her cunt, connecting with sensitive nerve endings and working in tandem with his tongue and lips sucking on her clit. When RJ’s well lubed fingers speared her ass, burying deep into her rectum, his teeth nipping at her sore cheeks, she spiraled head first into another orgasm, rocked her hips against both men’s mouths and fingers as the pleasure consumed her completely. Crying out, her skin damp with perspiration, her juices seeping copiously around Mitch’s fingers and down her thighs, her anus contracting against RJ’s hard thrusting digits, she gave herself up to the heart stopping, body encompassing pleasure. “I’ve got to have your ass, Amy,” RJ groaned as Mitch slid out from beneath her, leaving her on her knees and elbows. “Yes!” she agreed excitedly as he spread her buttocks and nudged her sensitive opening with his well oiled cock. “Please RJ now,” she pleaded, shoving back against him, unable to comprehend her need to have him fuck her hard and fast there, her need to experience yet another earth shattering orgasm at the hands of these two men. “Fuck yes, now,” he grated harshly as he speared her ass in one smooth stroke, burying his cock deep into her rectum and feeling her buck with the pleasure of being taken by him. Mitch couldn’t wait a minute longer either and scooted in front of Amy, spread his legs and pushed her face onto his straining erection, cursing as she took him deep into her throat with unrestrained ardor and groans of pleasure that vibrated around his cock. Watching Amy’s eager, enthusiastic sucking of his brother’s cock spurred RJ on, and he wasted no time reaming her ass with hard, deep strokes, his thumbs digging into those round, enticingly pink cheeks as he buried himself balls deep into her tight hole. Sweat ran into his eyes as the bed shook with his thrusts and Amy shoved back against him, grunting with each powerful stroke. RJ managed to hold back until Mitch came, watched as Amy’s throat worked convulsively to swallow every drop of his come. When she finally released his cock, her lips red and puffy, her eyes glazed with pleasure, he let himself go with a roar, his cock jerking and spewing his hot come deep into her ass.

Amy buried her face in Mitch’s crotch, gasping with the pleasure/pain of RJ’s possession. Mitch’s hand’s burrowed under her to latch onto her nipples as RJ reached around her and squeezed her clit between two fingers, milking another orgasm from her as the pleasure from feeling his cock jerk as he spilled his seed inside her nearly overwhelmed her. By the time the climax had subsided to mild tremors, she was snuggled against RJ’s chest, with Mitch at her back and succumbing to exhausted oblivion. It seemed like she had just drifted off to sleep when she was jarred awake by RJ’s curses and the loud clanging of a bell. “RJ? What’s wrong?” Sleepily she rubbed her eyes and roused herself enough to see both men jumping out of bed and reaching for their jeans. Before he could answer her, the bedside phone rang, grabbing his attention. “Kincaid,” RJ barked into the receiver as he zipped his jeans. “Get the fucking hoses going also, don’t rely on just the sprinklers. I’m on my way.” “Where?” Mitch asked, shoving his feet into his boots. “East corner of the stables, confined to the storage shed right now.” RJ took notice of Amy as she slipped from bed and grabbed a pair of jeans off the chair where she always tossed her clothes. “Amy, stay here. There’s a fire in the stables and I don’t want you to get hurt.” “You’ll need help,” she stated implacably, trying to swallow the dread she felt settling in her stomach like bile. God help her, it was Cleveland all over again and she couldn’t bear it if someone on the ranch ended up dead like poor Estelle Bailey had. “All the hands are here tonight since several were scheduled to leave in the morning to drive the selected head to auction. Everybody’s on it, sweetheart.” The fact that she was ready, willing and able to help in a crisis warmed him as well as roused his protective instincts. A fire in a stable filled with hay and wood beams was a potential catastrophe. “I’ll bring out fresh drinking water and start making sandwiches then. It sounds like it could be a long night.” Despite the urgency, RJ grabbed her and kissed her hard. “Thank you.” Thanks to RJ’s foresight in putting in state of the art sprinkler systems in all his buildings, the damage to the stables was minimal and limited to the storage area. It took the rest of the night to clear the stables of frightened horses, douse the fire, calm the horses enough to return them to their stalls and make sure there wasn’t a spark left that could reignite a flame. By the time the sun was rising, everyone was dirty, tired and pissed. The county fire department arrived, helped control and put out the fire and then, after a thorough inspection of the premises, concluded the blaze had been act of arson and was now a criminal matter. Over breakfast, a tired, bedraggled crew sat around the table and swore vengeance on whoever had dared such a prank, one that could have cost the lives of hundreds of thousands of dollars of horseflesh and the destruction of what all of them considered a part of their home. For Amy, it was a repeat nightmare, one she had no idea how to wake up from. Mitch had left with the Fire Marshall to start an investigation and promised to return the next day, hopefully with a lead to go on. As the boys thanked Amy for her assistance and the food and filed tiredly out to return to the bunkhouse for a few hours sleep, Amy tried desperately to keep her panic and despair in check. First, she had been foolish enough to give into her need for not only sex, but companionship with her boss, then she had let her guard down so much she had allowed herself to become involved with a cop, and now she was going to be smack dab in the middle of a criminal investigation that could, if Mitch delved too deeply into her past, land her in prison. “Come on sweetheart,” RJ said, wrapping his arms around her as she stood rinsing dishes at the sink. “Let’s get some rest. This’ll wait till later.” Amy gave in to exhaustion and depression and let him lead her back to bed, but she was unable to sleep. Haunting flashes of both Jedidiah’s and Mrs. Bailey’s dead faces kept her awake,

making her question their relevance and her sanity. Jedidiah was dead and could no longer hurt her physically, but the loss of her freedom would be the same as a death sentence for her and she couldn’t escape the fear of being discovered. She remembered thinking being isolated on a ranch fifty miles from the nearest city would be the perfect place for her to hide out, where she could relax her guard and have some semblance of a life. How naïve she had been, thinking she would ever have the chance at a happy, normal life. RJ didn’t sleep long and woke a short while later, seemingly rested. Amy’s tired eyes told him she hadn’t slept and the way she avoided looking at him told him something was bothering her. Right now, he had too much to deal with, but as soon as he got the herd off to auction and then, hopefully in the next few days, found who was responsible for the dangerous sabotages on his property, he was going to insist on some answers from her. “I need to get the boys off to auction, Amy. Did you get any rest?” “A little. When will they be back?” “They’ll arrive later tomorrow than planned, but they will still have the rest of tomorrow and all day Tuesday to sell them off. I expect them back here sometime Wednesday. Until then, you’ll only have five for meals, plus you and me. Gary, as well as two other hands and the three temporary hires will be going with the herd.” “Okay. Tell them I said to have a good trip,” she said as she followed him to the front door then returned to clean up the kitchen. Amy and RJ, both distracted by their private dilemmas, spent a quiet evening and by the time they went to bed, exhaustion won out and Amy fell into a deep sleep the minute her head touched the pillow. Morning brought her no answers, no easy way to make the decisions she knew she had to make. The need to protect herself from discovery by fleeing warred with her need to take a chance and stay with RJ, hope everything was resolved without involving her and returned to normal. She knew the investigation into the arson would require a close look at all employees as they were the ones with the means and access to pull off such stunts. Being the newest employee made her the most plausible suspect, barring any evidence of someone outside RJ’s employment. She could always hope her relationship with RJ was close enough to gain his support should questions arise about her past, but the truth was she had no idea how much she could rely on him to stand by her if her past came out. Amy struggled with her thoughts and decisions through the subdued breakfast and by the time the dishes were done, she was ready to get out of the house. Tossing aside the dishtowel, she changed from the skirt she had automatically donned that morning and changed into jeans. Thankfully, she found Coco outside instead of the barn with its odor of burnt ashes. Even after the chaos of yesterday and the absence of some of the hands, one of them had found the time to saddle her in case Amy wanted to ride. She spent a few moments feeding her sugar cubes and cooing softly to the pretty little mare who had stolen her heart as the dogs came running up to her looking for their handout. Smiling, she said, “Don’t worry, guys. I brought you something too.” Pulling the napkin wrapped sausage from her small waist pack, she fed the excited dogs their treat. Just the thought of leaving any of her animals, the ranch, the boys or RJ, threatened to bring her to her knees with pain. They had all found a way into her scarred, lonely heart and she despaired at the thought of even contemplating running away again. Amy lifted herself astride Coco and led her from the corral and turned her towards the pasture land. With no destination in mind, she took off at a canter, anxious to feel the wind on her face and desperate to put off making a decision just a little bit longer. Once she reached the open fields, she allowed Coco her lead and urged her into a gallop, something she hadn’t done unless RJ was right beside her. Her mind in a turmoil, she was oblivious to her surroundings until, without warning, she

felt her saddle slip, making her loose her precarious balance. Within seconds, she found the ground rushing up to greet her as she landed with a jarring thud and an explosion of pain in her head before the bright blue sky went black.

Chapter Sixteen RJ paced in the waiting area of St. Joseph’s hospital emergency room while trying to get his fear under control. It had been two hours since Amy’s horse, Coco, had returned to the stable yard without not only Amy, but her saddle also. Rory had spotted the mare first, and with a shout, had taken off after her before she could bolt. Both men inspected her for injuries and, after finding none, had quickly raced to RJ’s truck to go in search of Amy. He remembered praying they would find her unharmed as they sped off in the direction Coco had come from. He hadn’t seen Amy since breakfast that morning, and it was already mid afternoon. There was no telling when she had gone riding or how long she had been on foot. RJ would never forget the gut wrenching fear he felt when they spotted her small body lying crumbled on the ground, or the nausea that had cramped his stomach when he saw the blood around her head where she had struck it on a rock. Unconscious, Amy lay still and unaware of the distress she had caused both men. RJ cursed and prayed as he held her until the air ambulance arrived and the helicopter lifted off with both of them en route to Cheyenne’s largest hospital. He had left Rory behind to return to the ranch with the saddle and instructions to get hold of Mitch for him. Amy had still been unconscious when they had landed on the helipad and she had been whisked away by hospital personnel over an hour ago. He was going crazy with the waiting and had questioned the nurses at the desk several times only to hear ‘nothing yet, sir’. When Mitch came rushing in, RJ breathed a sigh of relief that he wouldn’t have to wait alone for word. “How is she?” Mitch asked, concern etched on his worried face. “I haven’t a fucking clue. No one’s come out yet.” “Why don’t you sit down? Want me to get you anything?” “No, thanks. I just want to know what’s taking so damn long.” RJ walked out into the hall then returned to the room, catching a look of worry in Mitch’s eyes. “What?” he asked, knowing that look meant something was up other than Amy’s accident. “It can wait,” Mitch replied evasively. “It’s about Amy, isn’t it? You found out something.” “RJ, you don’t want to hear this now. Let’s wait and see how she’s doing, then we’ll talk.” “We’ll talk now, dammit. I don’t care what it is, I’ll work it out with her.” RJ remembered how his heart had stopped, how his life seemed to literally drain out of him when he had first glimpsed Amy’s fallen body. He had fallen in lust the moment he saw her enter Rusty’s and had found himself captivated by her more and more during the past two months as he got to know her. But it wasn’t until he was faced with the threat of her loss that he realized she held an irrevocable claim on his heart. By the determination burning in his eyes, Mitch believed him. “The social security number you gave me belonged to a Marcella Williams who died in 1942 at the ripe old age of ninety three. Amy is not who she says she is, RJ. I’m sorry.” The news that she was living with a false identity didn’t surprise him. RJ knew she was hiding from something, or running from something. Using a false name would make sense. “Any way to find out who she really is, where she came from?” “If you can get me something with her fingerprints on, I can see if she’s in the system.” “You mean, if she has a record?” “Yeah,” Mitch sighed in regret. “She’d only be in the system if she has ever been arrested.” Their discussion was cut off abruptly by the arrival of the doctor calling his name. “How is she, Tom?” RJ asked his long time friend whom he had requested personally to take Amy’s case.

“She’s fine, Rand. She awoke a short time ago wanting to leave immediately. Apparently, your girl doesn’t like hospitals.” RJ liked how everyone referred to Amy as his girl. Relieved, smiling, he asked, “Can I take her home, then?” Tom hesitated a moment, then indicated with a jerk of his head for the two men to follow him out to the hall. “Not yet,” he answered when they found a private waiting room unoccupied to slip into. “She did sustain a bad concussion, and because she lost consciousness, it’s standard to keep a twenty-four hour watch for any complications. I’ll dismiss her first thing in the morning.” “Other than that, though, she’s fine?” RJ still felt the need for reassurance and Tom’s demeanor led him to believe there was something he wasn’t telling him. “Yes, perfectly healthy from what I could determine. The reason I asked you in here, was we did a full body scan to check for internal injuries and broken bones. Everything checked out fine, but the scan did show an old fracture of her right wrist. Were you aware of that?” “It’s probably a childhood injury,” RJ said, wondering where the doctor was going with this. “This break is no more than three years old and it was a spiral fracture, could only have happed by someone literally twisting her arm until it snapped.” “Son of a bitch,” Mitch muttered, as angry and upset as RJ was. Looking at his brother, he saw the tightening of his jaw and the ice cold look of retribution in his eyes. “I don’t know anything about her past, Tom, but I can promise you this. Whoever hurt her won’t get the chance to do it again.” “That’s a relief. She seems like a nice girl.” Giving them Amy’s room number, he left them to see other patients. “That could explain the fake identity,” Mitch said as they went to the elevator. “She’s probably running from an abusive relationship.” “I don’t want her to know we have this information, Mitch. I’ll speak with her in a few days, but for right now, I want her to relax until she heals.” “Of course. Did you want me to try to lift her prints off something, see if I can find out anything else?” “Not yet.” RJ wanted to gain Amy’s trust and have her tell him willingly about her past. But if she didn’t, and soon, he would take Mitch up on his offer. He was determined to see to her safety and well being, whether she liked it or not. RJ spent the night at the hospital and Mitch returned the next morning to give them a ride back out to the ranch. Amy was more than ready to leave as she slid into the back seat of his suburban with a sigh of relief. “Okay, sweetheart?” RJ asked, turning around from his seat up front. Amy smiled at him, loving his over protectiveness. No one had ever cared whether she was hurt before, and she found she liked having someone care enough to fuss over her. “I’m fine. Just anxious to get back to the ranch. I need to get some baking done before the rest of your hands return from the auction.” RJ frowned at her. “Don’t overdo it. I could ask Maddy to come help you with meals for the rest of this week.” “You’ll do no such thing. I work alone, RJ. The doctor said I was fine except for the minor headache I still have. I’m sure it’ll be gone by tomorrow.” “Might as well let him baby you, Amy,” Mitch said as he turned onto the highway out of town. “Maybe it’ll soothe his ruffled feathers. You caused quite a stir with your tumble.” “I swear, I don’t know what happened. One minute everything was fine, and the next the saddle seemed to slide practically off, taking me with it.”

RJ was wondering how that could happen also. Rory had sworn he had the saddle cinched securely when he had readied Coco for her that morning. RJ had left him with instructions to check the saddle over for wear or damage that might have caused it to slip. He and his crew took excellent care of the equipment, specifically so there wouldn’t be any such accidents, but mistakes were known to happen. However, when Rory greeted them as he helped Amy from the Suburban by saying, “I need to speak with you and Mitch, boss,” RJ had a bad feeling. “Sweetheart, why don’t you go lie down while Rory catches me up?” RJ took her hand and led her up the steps to the front door. Amy rolled her eyes at him, sighing. “I’m tired of lying down, I’m fine and I’m going to my kitchen.” “I see it’s been way too long since I’ve had the pleasure of your bare ass over my knee.” RJ noticed she didn’t bat an eye at his threat nor did she seem to mind in the least that both Mitch and Rory were within earshot. She was absolutely perfect for him, he thought with pride. “Yes, it has,” she agreed with a sassy smile. “Something I expect you’ll remedy before long, so let me get to my work while you get to yours. Thanks for the ride Mitch.” Twitching that enticing ass, she left all three men grinning after her. When RJ strode back to Rory, however, their grins quickly faded. “What’s up?” “I hate telling you this now, but it can’t wait,” Rory answered, speaking in a quiet, angry tone. “The cinch on Amy’s saddle had been cut, boss. She’s damn lucky she didn’t break her neck.” “Whoever did it has to be responsible for both the fire and the salted water tanks,” Mitch said, just as angry on her behalf as both Rory and RJ. “And I’m going to fucking find out who before anything else happens. You going to hear back from those background checks on the temps I hired soon?” he snapped at Mitch, worry for Amy’s safety making him lash out. “Easy bro,” Mitch said calmly. “None of them had a record or anything that even looked fishy. I’m going to dig deeper when I get back to the office, call in a few favors. It’s got to be one of them.” “I agree.” Looking at Rory, RJ added, “Till whoever is behind this, you and only you are in charge of Amy’s horse and gear.” “Trust me, boss, we’ll all be on the lookout,” Rory assured him. When Rory headed into the stables to fetch Amy’s saddle, RJ turned back to Mitch. “This changes things, Mitch. I hate to do it, but if I can get you a personal item of hers, can you run the prints? I need to know what we’re up against.” “Sure. Go check her make-up, something only she has handled and slip it into this without getting your prints on it.” Mitch pulled an evidence bag out of the glove compartment of his vehicle and handed it to him. “Wait here.” RJ returned to the house, and after making sure Amy was in the kitchen, quickly went to the master bath they both now shared and used a tissue to drop one of her lip glosses into the bag. She didn’t wear much make-up, so he could only hope she thought she lost it when she went to look for it. After giving Amy’s saddle and the lip gloss to Mitch before he headed back to town to keep as evidence, RJ spent the next few hours getting caught up with Rory. His mind, however, was wrapped around Amy, his constant need for her and the worry he felt for her safety. It was the constant desire for her that drove him to seek her out immediately upon returning to the house. As usual, she was busy putting together something that looked delicious with a lot of chocolate and strawberries, but not as enticing as she looked bending over in the short skirt she had changed into, revealing the under curve of her very bare cheeks. In two swift strides, he had her hauled against him, his hands cupping her bare ass.

“You know better than to tease me, Amy,” he growled down at her. Amy smiled up at him, nonplussed. “Who says I’m teasing?” Reaching up, she kissed him with greedy fervor and escalating need. She had waited all afternoon for him to return, her pussy getting wetter by the minute as she moved around the kitchen with the warm air wafting under her short skirt, caressing her bare flesh. From her reaction, the skimpy thongs she usually wore afforded her more protection than she had given them credit for. Now, with her skirt bunched around her waist and RJ kneading her buttocks, she moaned longingly into his mouth as she kissed him with all the pent up hunger and lust that had been building for what seemed like ages. “Dammit, Amy,” RJ cursed as he broke away from her lips and carried her over to one of the kitchen chairs. “It seems like weeks instead of two days since I’ve had you.” Sitting down, he hauled her over his lap, her bare ass vulnerably displayed. Wasting no time, he swatted her right buttock with hard slap, he cock jerking in response when she cried out and lifted eagerly for the next stroke. “You love it, sweetheart, don’t you?” he grunted as he smacked her wriggling ass over and over, the instant flush and heat of her skin causing him to break out in a sweat of unfulfilled desire. “Yes, yes!” Amy admitted, tears springing to her eyes as the first swat elicited that desirable pain that bled into the most erotic pleasure. Whimpering in growing arousal, she spread her legs and arched her hips higher. “More, God RJ. Don’t stop,” she pleaded as her cunt dripped with moisture. Amy jerked her halter top to the side, releasing her left breast into her hand while she held onto the chair leg for support with the other. She pinched her nipple the same time he landed a particularly hard blow to the middle of her ass and practically screamed with the pleasure. “Come for me, Amy,” he ordered harshly, his eyes glued to her red buttocks. Her pussy lips were damp, the folds puffy and parted to reveal the pale pink flesh of her cunt. RJ couldn’t resist that temptation and aimed his hand between her thighs, landing a sharp smack on those enticing folds. Amy’s cry was music to his ears but when she spread her legs further and gasped, “Harder!” he damn near creamed his jeans. Concentrating on that soft, puffy flesh, he smacked her pussy several more times until she was convulsing in pleasure, her hips grinding against his leg, her pussy dampening his palm with her release. Amy lay shuddering over his lap, her body shaking with small tremors as her climax seemed to wind down slowly. Her ass and pussy pulsed with heat and as RJ ran his hand softly over the flesh he had just abused, she felt cherished and sated. “Stand up, sweetheart. I want you naked.” RJ lifted her and had her top and skirt discarded in seconds before he laid her back on the table and again took a seat in the chair. Grabbing her ankles, he braced her feet on his shoulders, spread her knees and feasted his eyes on her exposed vagina. “God, that’s the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen, Amy.” Amy moaned when his fingers spread her labia, exposing her fully. When he just stared at her, she wriggled her hips in embarrassment and need. “Dammit, RJ, do something!” RJ just grinned up at her. “Impatient little thing, aren’t you?” Keeping her lips spread, he lowered his mouth and slowly licked up her slit. “Mmm, you make a great afternoon snack.” Amy, on the verge of another climax, was about to make another demand that he quit teasing when Rory walked in and eyed her casually from head to toe. “Sorry, boss. I thought I’d try to swipe some brownies, if there were any left from the other day. I can come back.” RJ lifted his head to look at Amy. “Why don’t you help me get Amy’s mind off her headache instead.” When he saw the instant flare of lust in her dark eyes, he knew she was as excited as he to have Rory join them.

Setting his hat on the counter, Rory sauntered over to the side of the table. “Be glad to.” Bending down, he sucked a pointed pink nipple into his mouth while kneading her other breast softly. “Hold on, sweetheart. We’re going to take you for a ride.” RJ lowered his head to her pussy once more, wasting no time burying his tongue deep, lapping up her juices with fast, hard jabs of his tongue. Amy raised her hands above her and grasped the edge of the table. The dual stimulation of Rory’s mouth and hands on her breasts and RJ’s mouth and fingers invading her pussy was more than she could stand. The two of them together threw her into a maelstrom of sensation, had her writhing against them and crying out in sensual bliss within moments, her body bowed tightly as the pleasure swamped her senses. Her body coated in a light sheen of perspiration, her nipples sharp and aching, her pussy spasming around his fingers as he latched onto her clit, she could do nothing but ride out the storm. By the time she had regained her senses, both men had freed their cocks and just the sight of those two large, hard organs had her on the precipice of another climax. “Yes,” was all she said to both of them, but it was enough. RJ rose, lifting her legs over his shoulders and pulling her hips to him as he did so. In one smooth thrust, he buried himself balls deep into her wet, grasping sheath and felt her close instantly around him. As Rory lifted her head and took her mouth, he began to fuck her in earnest, taking her hard and fast, his fear for her safety and his newfound acknowledgment of his love for her spurring him on. Amy never imagined in her wildest dreams that she could find such pleasure with one man, let alone fucking two. RJ had given her more than he’ll ever know, she thought as Rory looked down at her with hot eyes and a small smile and RJ’s grunts echoing around her. Their hard cocks felt wonderful in her pussy and mouth, and even though she could easily come again, her concentration now was solely on their pleasure. Grinding her elevated hips against RJ’s pounding cock, she took him deep and clasped him tightly as she held onto Rory’s dick with hard suction and a caressing tongue. When both their cocks jerked simultaneously, she relished being filled with their come, the shouts and groans adding to her pleasure as she joined them in their release.

Chapter Seventeen “It’s not good news,” Mitch told RJ the next morning after he asked RJ to meet him at a small diner in between the ranch and Cheyenne. “Spill it, Mitch.” Sipping his coffee, he braced himself to finally learn something about the woman he loved. “Her real name’s Angela Ross. She ran away from her foster home at the age of sixteen. She’s has two priors for solicitation, one at age sixteen, the other the following year. Oddly enough, the foster parents she ran away from were both arrested for indecent liberties with a child about six months after she left them.” “That explains a hell of a lot.” RJ’s gut was churning with anger over what Amy had had to endure and marveled at how she pulled herself up and made something of herself. “I don’t condemn her for the choices she had to make obviously under piss poor circumstances,” he warned his brother in case Mitch was going to suggest he back away from her because of her troubled past. “Lighten up, RJ. You can tell by these mug shots she was just a scared kid trying to get by the best she could. She was good at escaping bad situations, I’ll give her that. After her first arrest, plans were made to send her to another foster care, get her some counseling, but she managed to run the first night there, and by the time she was picked up again, she was just two months shy of her eighteenth birthday, so she was cut loose. I couldn’t find any hospital records for her under that name or her current name, so if she was in an abusive relationship, neither of them sought professional medical help.” “Thanks, Mitch. I appreciate your help. Let’s keep this between us for now. Okay?” “Yeah, sure, but it doesn’t answer the question of who’s after her.” “No, but it sure explains a lot. Her independence that she clings to like a shield against the world, for one. It seems she’s got ample reasons not to trust anyone, especially men.” “Until now,” Mitch said, smiling at him. “Damn right. I need to get back. If you find out anything else about the three temps I hired before they get back tomorrow, let me know.” “Will do. Watch our girl carefully.” “Count on it.” Amy released RJ’s cock from her mouth and kissed her way up his abdomen and chest to his mouth. Latching on to his lips with a groan, she straddled his lean hips and sank down on his still damp cock, sheathing him fully inside her moist depths. “Christ, but you feel good, Amy,” he groaned as he surged up into her. “So fucking wet and hot, you burn me up.” “You’re pretty hot yourself, RJ. And hard, and thick,” she gasped as he grabbed her hips and slammed up into her. Bracing her hands on his shoulders, she rode him slowly, savoring every sensation of each inch as he filled her completely. “No one’s ever made me feel the way you do.” That concession told him more than she’d ever know, he thought as he remembered what he had learned of her past that morning. He had been haunted all day with images of her as a young girl, fleeing a bad situation only to be taken advantage of by others. That she had managed to get herself through school was a feat in itself, and his heart broke for the brave young woman she had become only to lose everything because of another heartless bastard. Rolling over, RJ grabbed her knees and draped them over his arms as he took over, thrusting slow and deep as he gazed down into her large, dark eyes. As he felt her quicken, her hips jerking against his and her cunt clasping his dick like a vise, he bent down slowly and kissed her softly.

Raising his head just enough to look into her eyes, he kept fucking her as he whispered, “I love you, Amy.” Amy’s eyes widened in shock and glistened with unaccustomed moisture. When she started to say something in denial, he laid a finger across her lips. “Shh, don’t say anything. When you’re ready to talk, I’ll be here. And sweetheart, you can tell me anything.” Amy shut her eyes against the warmth and caring she saw in RJ’s green eyes, not knowing how to cope with these feelings. No one had ever said those words to her, and now that she had heard them from RJ, she thought she’d die if she couldn’t hear them again, and again. Her heart nearly shattered as her orgasm burst upon her, and she threw her arms around his broad strong shoulders and held on tightly as she drowned in the pleasure. Amy spent a good portion of the next morning baking for her boys, as she now thought of RJ’s ranch hands. Except for Rick and Gary, who were in their mid-thirties, the other hands were in their twenties and enjoyed teasing her like she imagined a brother would and eyeing her with lust when they caught her and RJ having sex, much like a brother’s friends would. She had missed Mike and the others these past three days and wanted to let them know by having their favorite cookies for them when they returned that afternoon. Several hours later, Amy was smiling as she brushed Tinker and fed her some carrots, remembering the pleased grins on the boy’s faces as she welcomed them back with a hug and a tray of cookies. If it hadn’t been for her constant fear over who was behind the fire the other day, she would be happier than she could ever remember being. “There, sweetie,” she crooned to the still sorry looking horse. Even though Tinker was filling out with regular feedings and was enjoying being a pampered pet, she was still in pitiful shape and probably always will be. Giving her one last carrot, she gave Bessie a couple, rubbed her nose the way she liked and slipped out of the stall. “Think your lover will keep those nags around once you’re gone?” Amy whirled around to see Carl blocking her. Trying to remain calm, she said, “You’re the one leaving, Carl, not me. Your job is done.” As she made to move around him, he grabbed her arm in a bruising grip, sneering down at her with hatred in his eyes. “Wrong, you little whore. Unless you want the next ‘accident’ to happen to one of these guys that seem to think you’re God’s gift to men, or better yet, to your lover boy, you’re going to do exactly as I say.” As realization dawned, Amy paled and started to visibly shake. “You started that fire? Why?” “Because that’s what ole Jed paid me to do, and now he’s done with the games. The salted water, the fire, the cut strap on your saddle were all to show you just how fucking serious he is about getting you back.” “What are you talking about?” A sick feeling engulfed Amy, leaving her sweating in fear and disbelief. “The only Jed I have ever known is Jedidiah Barnes, a self righteous prick who’s dead.” “Wrong, bitch.” Carl grinned at her shock as his hand tightened painfully on her arm, preventing her from fleeing. “He recovered nicely from that bashing you gave him with that lamp, just one of the things he’s going to demand you atone for.” Alive! All this time she thought she had killed him, had been running out of fear of discovery, and he had been alive and obviously searching for her. No wonder the other man she had seen Carl with at the bonfire seemed familiar to her. “He was there, at the bonfire, wasn’t he?” “What a stroke of luck that was. After that fire I set in your little duplex sent you running before we could grab you, it took us another year to track you down here. Ole Jed almost had himself a heart attack when you went at it with your lover and his brother right there in front of everyone. Tell me, you gonna suck me long and hard when Jed’s doin’ ya like you did for them?”

Amy felt nausea back up her throat as Carl ground his erection against her and the picture he depicted made her want to vomit. “I’d rather die than have either of you touch me,” she spat, trying desperately to find a way out of this. My God, she thought, they were both deranged. Carl had just admitted to setting the fire that resulted in Mrs. Baines death, which meant they’d stop at nothing. “You killed that nice woman, Estelle. What’d she ever do to you?” She couldn’t prevent the tears from falling, the first tears she had shed since she was sixteen and had prostituted herself for the first time for fifty dollars. She hadn’t cried since, but now, when her whole world was crashing down and her future looked just as bleak as it did that rainy night, she couldn’t seem to stop them. “She was just in the wrong place at the wrong time, and you damn well will die, or someone you care about on this ranch will if you don’t do exactly as I say.” Amy closed her eyes in defeat. He had used the one threat she was powerless against. There was no way she would risk anything happening to RJ, or one of the boys. She always knew her past would catch up to her one day and mar any peace or happiness she had found, she just wished she had had a little longer, a few more memories to sustain her. “What do you want me to do?” “Somehow I knew you’d cooperate. You’re to leave, right now, and drive to the Bar Six motel on Highway 93. Room 12. Jed’ll be waiting for you and as soon as I pick up my check, I’ll meet you there. Don’t talk to anyone, don’t pack anything. Just get in your fucking car and drive. And remember, it’s your word against mine that this little conversation ever took place.” She’d remember she thought as she all but ran to do his bidding. She’d remember, and she’d find a way, no matter how long it took or what she had to do, to get away from them again. Mike entered the barn as Amy came flying out. Her small body was shaking and tears streaked her face as she ran right into him. “Amy! What the hell happened?” he exclaimed. “Nothing, Mike. I’m fine. Please, let me go.” Amy broke away from him, but not before he saw the livid red mark on her arm that was already bruising. His eyes turned stormy and his hands clenched tightly, but before he could demand an explanation, she quickly pleaded, “Please, Mike, let it go. I’m fine.” Hoping he would do as she asked, she walked quickly into the house, grabbed her purse and keys off the entry table and ran back outside. Without a backward glance, she got into her car, thankful that it was in decent running condition and left the Kincaid Ranch the same way she had entered it, with nothing. Mike stormed into the stables and saw Carl heading to the bunk house, presumably to gather his things. Turning swiftly, he jogged out of the stable in time to seeing Amy leaving in her old car, one she hadn’t driven in weeks. Making a quick decision, he jumped in his truck while dialing RJ’s extension on his cell phone. “Kincaid,” he answered on the first ring. “Boss, something’s up, but I don’t know what.” Mike explained seeing Amy bruised and upset, then leaving in her car. Since Carl was the only one around, he suggested RJ question him while he followed her to make sure she was all right. RJ hung up the phone and shoved back from his desk. The temporary hires were supposed to come by for their pay, but he’d be damned if he waited on Carl. Storming from his office, he barreled over to the bunk house, rage and fear burning a hole in his gut. Slamming the door against the wall, he strode over to Carl, grabbed him by the shirt and hauled him against the wall with a thud. “What the fuck did you do to Amy?” Carl’s eyes widened in fear. He knew he was looking at a severe beating, if not death, and couldn’t believe she had the nerve to go against Jedidiah’s wishes, especially knowing what they were both capable of. “Whatever she told you, ain’t true,” he gasped as he tried to pull RJ’s hand away from his throat.

“She didn’t tell me a damn thing, you son of a bitch, but you’re going to.” Carl would have continued to try wheedling his way out of this if it had been just RJ, but behind him stood every damn hand on his ranch, each glaring at him with hatred and retribution. “You know, RJ,” Gary said as he moved to stand next to him. “The mishaps around here all started after Carl here came to work. Isn’t that right, Carl?” Carl was now sweating profusely and trying to think of a way out of this while struggling for breath. He wasn’t having much luck with either. “You’ve got five seconds to start talking. After that, the boys and I are going to show you what we do to men who mistreat our livestock and, much more importantly, our girl,” RJ threatened in a very soft, very convincing tone. The hell with it, Carl thought. Jed didn’t pay him enough to get the shit beat out of him by a gang of pussy whipped cowboys. He talked, and when he finished, he whimpered as RJ smashed his fist first into his stomach and then his jaw, breaking the bone and knocking him out cold. RJ dropped Carl and ran to his truck, followed by the rest of his hands. Rick jumped into his truck with him, and after giving instructions to the rest to keep an eye on Carl, Rory and Gary followed in another truck. His phone rang fifteen minutes later, and not a minute too soon. His fear and worry for Amy was eating him alive and he needed to know she was all right. “Where is she, Mike? We’re about thirty miles out.” Mike told him Amy had just pulled into the Motel Six and was sitting in her car. After RJ relayed what Carl had told him, Mike hung up to call Mitch. RJ alternated between swearing and praying as he sped down the highway. When he got her back to the ranch, he was going to blister her ass so she wouldn’t be able to sit for a week for not trusting him, that is after he held her so tightly she would have no doubt about him ever letting her go. RJ, Rick, Rory and Gary pulled into the motel’s parking lot fifteen minutes later, the same time as Mitch did. Mike was pacing in front of room 12 and looked relieved to see them. “Where is she?” RJ demanded when he saw Amy wasn’t in her car. “I tried to stop her boss, but she got hysterical. Swore to me she’s here of own free will and demanded I leave.” “Mitch,” RJ growled at his brother. “Calm down,” Mitch snapped as he strode to the door and pounded on it. “Police! Open up!” When they heard a roar of rage followed by Amy’s cry of pain, both Mitch and RJ kicked the door open. RJ saw red when he spotted Amy picking herself up from the floor, her right cheek red and swelling visibly. “You fucking bastard!” Before RJ could get to the man who was staring at them in contempt, Mitch interceded and grabbed the man’s arms, cuffing them behind his back. “You’re under arrest for assault,” he stated calmly, though it was hard to keep his own anger in check. “No!” Amy stared aghast at RJ and the others, her cheek throbbing painfully right along with her heart. “RJ, please, you don’t understand,” she pleaded, fear for him uppermost in her mind. Jedidiah was just as self righteous, and just as fanatical as he was two years ago, and she knew what he was capable of. “That’s right Kincaid,” Jed sneered. “You don’t understand. Did your dirty little whore tell you how she sold herself to strangers on the street, and then, when that didn’t get her enough, she turned to stripping for a living? I bet you didn’t know exactly how many men have seen your precious little cook naked, did you? Did she tell you how she assaulted me with a lamp and left me for dead?”

Amy’s face paled to chalk white before turning bright red, and RJ wanted nothing more than to shove this guys teeth down his throat for all the pain he had caused her. Reigning in his temper, he looked from Amy’s tear ravaged face to the man she had been running from for over two years. “I’ll assume that was after you twisted her arm until it snapped. I believe that would have made it self defense. What’d you think, Sheriff?” “Sounds about right to me. We can add that assault to the charges of kidnapping and arson. And then, there’s the charge of murder waiting for him back in Cleveland.” As Jedidiah sputtered his innocence and tried to blame everything on either her or Carl, Amy realized that not only had RJ known about her arm, he hadn’t seemed surprised or shocked in the least about her sordid past. Gazing back at him with drenched eyes, she whispered, “How long have you known?” “Since yesterday morning.” RJ was dying to go to her and hold her. She looked like she was ready to collapse. But it was her call, her decision where they went from here. The boys were behind him, both literally and figuratively, and she had to be aware of their support also. It only took a moment, then it dawned on her. He had told her he loved her last night – after he had learned about her past. Without even knowing all the details, why she did what she did, he still loved her. Amy’s eyes finally looked at the other hands and she saw nothing but acceptance and caring. “I love you too,” she finally admitted in a wobbly, but clear voice. “About fucking time.” RJ strode to her and enfolded her in his arms, Amy’s watery giggle against his neck making him smile. “Are you always hard?” she whispered. “Can’t help it sweetheart. Hearing you say you love me got me all excited.” “Get your hands off her, you pervert,” Jedidiah shouted as Mitch started to lead him out. “She’s mine, do you hear? Mine!” Amy pulled away from RJ and stated with calm, cold finality, “Jedidiah, I am not now nor have I ever been yours. Now, shut the fuck up.” As they all filed back to their vehicles, RJ put his arm around Amy and, to her everlasting amusement, admonished her, saying, “Don’t say ‘fuck’, Amy.”

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