Goodbye Girl (Hidden Lane Ranch) (5 page)

Maybe I was making a mistake being
so bold with Rachel and taking her home early, but I was pretty sure I hadn’t
misread the signals.

We left the bar and I led her out to
my truck. I helped her inside my lifted Chevy Silverado. I didn’t need much in
life and considered myself a pretty simple guy, but I did like to have a nice
truck.

I sucked in my breath as I walked
around to my side of the truck. Never in my life had I been so nervous and
excited to be with a woman. I felt like a horny sixteen year-old about to have
sex for the first time. Would we have sex? Or just make out some? I wanted her
but if she wanted to slow down and put on the brakes, I wouldn’t argue. I didn’t
want to scare her off.

I hopped into my side of the truck
and started it up. She jumped and looked at me at the loud rumble and I
couldn’t help but laugh at the look on her face.

“Not used to loud high trucks, are
you?” I smirked as I backed out of my parking spot and drove down the street. Other
than the few bars open at this time of night, the streets were pretty empty. The
town pretty much went to sleep around six o’clock every night.

She shook her head, her blonde
ponytail bobbing behind her. “Where I’m from they drive cars more like in the
movie ‘Fast and Furious’. You don’t see many pick-up trucks.”

“Where are you from, Rachel?” I
asked, hoping I wasn’t being too forward. She was so mysterious and even though
that bruise was better hidden today with makeup, I didn’t forget it was there.

“New York,” she said, turning to
look out the window and I was guessing that was my cue to quit asking personal
questions.

We rode the rest of the way home in
silence and I hoped I hadn’t wrecked the mood by prying.

I pulled into the long driveway and
as we approached the house, I noticed there weren’t many lights on; hopefully
Ma was in bed and wouldn’t surprise us by being up.

I parked the truck in my usual spot
in front of the house and we headed inside. I started to unlock the door,
painfully aware of how close she was to me, catching another whiff of her
floral shampoo. Just as I was about to open the door, she put her hand on my
arm.

I opened my mouth to ask her what
was wrong when she threw herself into my arms and pressed her lips to mine. She
almost knocked me off of my feet before I had a chance to catch my bearings and
she wrapped herself around me. She teased my tongue with hers, gasping into my
mouth when I grabbed her ass and lifted her so she could encircle my waist with
her legs.

The kiss ended, our foreheads
pressed together as we both tried to catch our breaths. “I’m sorry,” she
mumbled, leaning down to trail tiny kisses down my neck.

I groaned at the feel of her lips on
my skin. “Don’t be,” I replied, my voice hoarse with desire. “Let’s go inside.”

She leaned back and nodded at me,
catching her bottom lip in her teeth.
Fuck
,
I wanted her.

I opened the front door with her
still in my arms and she laughed. “You know you could put me down.”

“I know.” I stopped in the middle of
the kitchen and slid my hands under her tank top, touching her smooth skin. “I
like carrying you.” She was so tiny and light; I could carry her around easily.

We walked down the hallway, her
still giggling in my ear. “Shhh…Don’t wake Ma,” I whispered. She looked at me
seriously and brought a finger to her smiling lips and this time I was the one
laughing.

When we got to the end of the
hallway and my bedroom door, I stopped. I held her against the door and reached
up to touch her face. “Rachel, there’s no turning back once I open that door. If
we go in there, you’re all mine tonight. I’m going to take off your clothes and
do things to you that will make you blush when you think about it tomorrow. I
plan to please you until you beg me to stop but you know what? I’m not going
to. I’m going to keep going until I make you pass out with pleasure.”

Her eyes were as wide as saucers
when I got done talking. Had I scared her?

“You won’t just be mine tonight
either. You’re off limits to Wyatt and his friends. I don’t like to share. Understand?”

She swallowed and nodded. “Good,” I
said, leaning down to kiss her, showing her with my lips and tongue what I was
going to do to the rest of her body. “Mine,” I said fiercely when the kiss
ended.

I opened the bedroom door and
carried her inside, shutting and locking it firmly behind us. I was glad my
words didn’t scare her. I set her down on the bed and stood up. I removed my
t-shirt, throwing it to the corner of the room. She reached for the hem of her
tank top and I shook my head. “No, no. Let me undress you.” I kicked off my
boots and climbed onto the bed with her. I couldn’t wait to feel her skin
against mine.

I sat across from her on the bed and
took her tank top off, leaving her in her jean shorts and purple lacy bra. I
ran a finger across her chest, just above her cleavage and watched as her chest
moved with her labored breath. I pulled her closer to me, hooking her legs over
mine so she was in my lap, a leg on each side of me.

I snaked my arms around her back and
unclasped her bra. I slowly pulled it from her, fighting back a groan at her
pink tight nipples. I tossed her bra onto the floor next to the bed. “Beautiful,”
I murmured. I cradled her face in my hands and kissed her again, this time
slower, reveling in the feel of her warm naked skin against mine. I slid a hand
down and cupped a breast in my hand; she was the perfect size, fitting nicely
in the palm of my hand. I teased her already taut peak with the pad of my thumb,
eliciting a groan from her lips.

“Now I’m going to taste you,” I
muttered into her lips before laying her back on the bed. I reached down for
the clasp on her jean shorts and undid them, unzipping them before sliding them
down her legs. She was wearing a tiny little thong that matched her bra and my
cock jumped in my jeans. I was pretty sure I was going to have to remove that
slowly with my teeth very soon.

I covered her with my body, looking
down at her with a smile. She reached up and touched my cheek with her hand and
smiled back at me. I bent down and started my assault on her neck. I licked and
nibbled and sucked the soft skin of her neck until she arched into me. I
slithered down, running my tongue across one nipple before moving to the other.
I moved back and forth, giving them both equal attention before sucking one
into my mouth. She moaned and her body bowed off the bed. I looked up at her
and her eyes were closed; there was nothing I loved more than to watch a woman
in the throes of pleasure.

I grazed a nipple with my teeth and
licked it again. I did the same to the other before taking one between my teeth
and tugging gently. She whimpered and I slid a hand down between her thighs, running
a finger along her cloth-covered slit. She was already soaking wet and I wasn’t
going to mess around anymore.

I moved between her legs, my
erection almost painful in my jeans. Before spreading her wide, I grabbed the
flimsy fabric of her thong between my teeth and slide it slowly off of her. She
lifted her head off the pillow and watched me finish undressing her without
using my hands at all. When I tossed it aside, her head fell back on the pillow
and I put my hands on the inside of her thighs, pushing them apart.

I studied her sex for a second,
admiring the small landing strip she had, the rest of the area waxed clean. “So
sexy,” I mumbled, running a finger across her, spreading her wetness around her
swollen flesh. I leaned forward and swiped my tongue up to her clit, stopping
just before the sensitive button. Just like I figured, she tasted amazing,
better than the sweet honey we had here on the ranch; I couldn’t wait to dive
in.

She made a sound deep in her throat,
threading my hair in her hands. I moved my tongue all around her, not stopping
in one place and avoiding the spot I wanted her to soon be begging me to touch.
I pressed my face into her and began to fuck her with my tongue, my nose
bumping her but not quite giving her the full pressure she needed.

“Clint!” She cried out, moving her
hips off the bed and grinding them into my face.

I held her down firmly. “Not yet,
babe,” I whispered against her flesh. I took a finger and slid it easily inside
of her. She was so warm and wet, I couldn’t wait to bury my cock deep inside
her tight tunnel. I added another finger and began to move them in and out of
her. I reached deep inside and touched the sensitive patch of nerves on the
inside wall of her sex and licked her swollen nub quickly.

She began to tremble and twitch
around my fingers. I make a ‘come here’ motion with my two fingers and her
whole body tensed before she cried out and came hard all over my hand. Her
juices covered my fingers but I didn’t stop moving; instead, I placed my lips
around her clit and sucked gently. She was panting now and muttering
incoherently. She was pleading for me to stop, but I wasn’t going to until she
came for me again.

I added a third finger, still
sucking on her and she started swearing as another orgasm ripped through her. I
held her down as she tried to thrash around on the bed, keeping my lips on her
until I had every last ripple of pleasure from her.

She collapsed on the bed like a wet
noodle and I couldn’t help but grin. I was rock hard now but the way her body
reacted when she came made it worth the wait. I could listen to those noises
all day.

“Clint,” she mumbled. I kissed the
inside of her thigh softly and moved back up her body. A thin sheen of sweat
covered her body.

“What’s wrong, Rachel?” I asked
softly, brushing the hair from her face.

“I need you inside of me.”

I reached for the buckle of my
jeans. Who was I to refuse her?

Holy shit, that man was good with his
tongue. I wasn’t surprised really; he seemed to be good at everything he did. Now
I needed him inside me. I wanted to feel the weight of his body on top of mine
and be completely full from him.

I watched as he undid his belt
buckle. My eyes moved up across his chest; he was tan and all muscle and had
those ‘v’s’ that I’d only seen on pictures of male models. His body was
amazing.

He got up off the bed and pushed his
jeans down, revealing his tight black boxer briefs. They clung to him, showing
off the outline of his huge cock and the wet spot at the tip from the pre-cum
that had leaked out. I’d never been with anyone that big and for a brief second
I was scared he was too big.

“Finish undressing me, Rachel,” he
murmured. At first, I wasn’t sure about this new dominant side I was seeing
since getting back to the ranch. When he claimed me before we came into his
bedroom, I both wanted to slap him and beg him to fuck me. I had to admit, I
was starting to love his ‘take charge’ attitude but I was still a little bit
conflicted. My hormones got the best of me though and desire took over.

He stood next to the bed and I
reached out, my arms still trembling from the two mind-blowing orgasms he’d
just given me. I hooked my fingers in the waistband of his boxers and pulled
them down, gasping when his manhood bobbed free. I propped myself on my elbow
and leaned my head forward, licking the drops of pre-cum. He sucked in his
breath and groaned, pulling my hair out of the ponytail and burying his hands
in it.

“Fuck, babe,” he muttered as I got
bolder, licking harder, taking long strokes along his shaft. I took the tip
into my mouth and sucked gently, a hand moving down to cup his balls.

“Jesus,” he mumbled.

I took him further into my mouth,
working his cock with my mouth, tongue, and hands. He was twitching in my mouth
and I had a feeling he was close to his release. I wanted to taste his essence,
his manilness.

He put his hands on my shoulders and
gently but firmly pushed me back. “Not like this,” he said, looking down at me.
“Later I want to come in that pretty little mouth of yours, but right now, I
want to be inside you.”

I laid back down the bed, my body
trembling at his words. He stepped out of his boxers and lay down on the bed
next to me. He ran a hand along my thigh and up to my sex. He slid it inside me
and my walls clenched around him. “I love how responsive your body is to me,”
he murmured, adding another finger and fucking me slowly with them.

“Clint, fuck me, please,” I pleaded,
feeling the pressure building deep in my belly again. In the past, I could
barely orgasm once when I had sex and now I could feel myself on the brink of a
third.

He grinned down at me and removed
his fingers from inside me. I whimpered, feeling empty now. I’d never felt such
a need to be filled by a man. He brought the two fingers that had been inside
me up to my lips. I took them into my mouth eagerly, sucking my juices off of
them.

His eyes darkened as I sucked his
fingers and he pulled them out suddenly. He reached over me to the nightstand
next to the bed and opened the drawer. He pulled out a condom and ripped it
open. He rolled it down over his cock with trembling hands.

When he was done, he moved over me,
covering my tiny body with his larger one. The head of his cock probed my
entrance and I wiggled my hips beneath him as if to get him inside me quicker.

“Patience, babe,” he said through
gritted teeth. He took his cock into his hand and slowly guided it inside me,
letting my body get used to him. I’d been right in thinking he was bigger than
anyone I’d ever been with before and for a moment I thought he was going to
split me in two.

When he got about half way inside me
he stopped, looking down at me. “You’re beautiful, Rachel, and so sexy,” he
mumbled. “Ready?”

I nodded and he slammed the rest of
the way into me. I cried out his name and grabbed his arms that were braced on
either side of me. I dug my nails into his flesh as he lay on top of me, inside
of me.

“Damn you feel so good around me…so
warm and wet,” he murmured into my neck.

He raised himself above me and
started to move in and out of me, pulling almost all the way out before
slamming all the way back in. I wrapped my legs around his waist and began to
meet his every thrust, pushing my hips up off the bed.

He looked into my eyes as he moved
in and out of me. I wasn’t used to such intense eye contact during sex and when
I tried to close my eyes, he scolded me. “No, Rachel, I want to look into your
eyes when I come inside you…when we come together.”

I shuddered at his words and he
clasped my hands in his, holding them above my head. He tilted his hips in a
way that his pubic bone was grinding against my clit; I was going to come again
and this time I was afraid I would shatter into a million tiny pieces.

“Come with me, babe,” he whispered
harshly, his thrusts getting faster.

I nodded, unable to speak. He let go
of one of my hands and reached down to pinch my button gently and I came undone
suddenly. My back bowed off the bed and I started to cry out but the sound was
muffled by his mouth as he came down to kiss me. He moved his tongue in my
mouth, mimicking the movements of his cock inside me. He stopped kissing me and
leaned his forehead against mine as he moaned and shook from the force of his
own climax.

We stayed in that position for a few
minutes, catching our breath. He collapsed on top of me and I wrapped my whole
body against him. I could feel his heartbeat against mine and turned my head to
kiss his temple.

I was no innocent; I’d slept with my
fair share of men in my short twenty-five years of life. But wow! I’d never had
sex that good, ever. Most of the boys I’d been with had no idea what they were
doing or were too eager to please or were too worried about themselves. Sex
with Seth
had been decent for a while
before he started the drugs.

It wasn’t just the physical part
though. When Clint was inside of me, it seemed like he was touching my soul. I’d
only known him a short while, but we had this amazing connection. I was glad I
followed my instinct and decided to come work at the ranch.

But what now? I wasn’t naive enough
to think one night of sex meant that Clint was my boyfriend and after what I
left, I wasn’t really in a hurry to get into another relationship anyway. I
didn’t want him to think I was some floozy that spread my legs for the first
hot cowboy that came along. So where did that leave us?

“What are you thinking about?” he
asked quietly and I mentally shook the cobwebs out of my head; I was thinking
too much about it all instead of enjoying this sexy naked man on top of me. “You
looked so serious for a minute.”

“Nothing,” I said with a big smile,
hoping I sounded convincing.

“Mmhmm…Why don’t I believe you?” He
asked as he rolled off of me. He lay back on the bed, putting an arm behind his
head. He pulled me over to him, putting an arm around my shoulders. I nestled
into his side, amazed again at how well our bodies fit together.

I didn’t answer him; I didn’t know
what to say. Maybe one day I would tell him about my life back east, but it was
still too fresh in my mind.

He played with my hair and ran his
fingers along my arm. I was drifting off to sleep when he woke me suddenly. “Tell
me something about your childhood.”

I opened my eyes and leaned up,
propping my chin on his chest. “Well, it was just my mom and me. My dad left
before I was even born and I never met him.”

“I’m sorry,” he said, brushing the
hair from my face with the most tender of touches.

“It’s ok. From what I hear, he was a
drunk and total asshole,” I shrugged. I’d never known what it was like to have
a dad, so I wasn’t really sad about not having one. You don’t know what you never
had, right? “Anyway, Mom struggled like you would expect a lot of single mom’s
would. We didn’t have much, but she always made me feel so special on my
birthday. We would do something fun like go to the zoo or have a picnic. It was
simple, but she was always so busy working, so I loved having her all to myself
that day. She would make me my favorite kind of cake - fudge marble - and
always made her famous lasagna for dinner.”

My eyes filled with tears as I spoke
of my mom. I thought about her all the time, but I hadn’t really talked about
her to anyone in a long time.

“She sounds amazing. Where is she
now?” he brushed a tear from my cheek.

“She died six years ago when I was
19,” I said, looking down at his chest.

“Aww babe,” he said, drawing me
tight against him. “I’m so sorry.”

I nodded, too choked up with emotion
to say anything. He dragged me onto his chest, settling his hands on the curve
of my ass. “Are you ok?” He kissed my forehead.

“I miss her every minute of every
day,” I whispered before resting my head on his chest.

“I know.”

We didn’t speak anymore and my
eyelids started to feel heavy. His fingers stroking my back gently felt
soothing and I felt myself drifting off to sleep, caught in that space between
reality and my dreams. Maybe I really was dreaming and I would wake up and find
myself back in New York.