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I squirmed, even whining for a few seconds but as soon as he pushed two inches inside, all I could concentrate on was trying to learn how to breathe again. “Oh, my…”
“It’s going to feel so good. You’re so tight.” His words were barely audible, the dark gruffness to them a powerful aphrodisiac.
There was no way to prepare myself for either the pain or wash of the strangest pleasure I’d experienced when he slowly but deliberately slid his entire cock into my most forbidden place. Instantly, I gasped out loud, the pinging tension and electric sensations keeping me trembling, my heart racing.
His body shuddered behind me when he was fully seated inside, yet he pushed his hips right and left several times as he made guttural sounds. The way his fingers dug into my hips was possessive, telling me in no uncertain terms I would not have the chance to try to escape his hold again.
The flash of pain quickly shifted, the feeling of extreme pleasure nothing that I would have expected from such a sinful act.
He released his hold on my hair seconds later, his breathing still labored as he pulled out, driving into me again. This time, the force was enough to push me closer to the comforter. I did what I could to meet every brutal thrust with one of my own, basking in the glorious vibrations as another wave of electricity soared higher.
There was no denying his hold over me, and it only had somewhat to do with physicality. He’d grabbed a fistful of my soul, somehow knowing what I’d needed even if I hadn’t been prepared to admit it to myself. I closed my eyes, the enjoyment unlike anything I’d ever experienced before.
He dropped his body over mine, the weight of him pressed so tightly against my back I shivered all over again. Together we rocked, his actions becoming less brutal, the almost tender moment as surprising as the man. He kissed my neck several times, allowing the feeling of floating to continue.
I had no control, or did I?
When I sensed he was losing the battle, no longer able to hold back, a smile crossed my face as I squeezed my muscles.
Perhaps there was nothing like the sound of a man as he let go. As he did, filling me with his seed, I finally felt a beautiful moment of satisfaction.
This was exactly what fantasies were made of.
CHAPTER 8
Sebastian
God’s country.
My grandfather had told me the first time he’d taken me out on horseback that there was an expression called God’s country. I hadn’t understood what he’d meant at first until I’d gotten a taste of the area in which he lived. Mountains with a hint of snow capping the peaks. Rivers so clear that one could see all the way to the bottom. Skies so blue with fluffy white clouds that seemed as if anyone could float on air. And pastures dotted with vibrant wildflowers.
In other words, one of the most breathtaking locations on the planet.
Returning to Montrose had brought up all the old feelings, the memories bittersweet. I’d forgotten just how much time I’d spent outside, enjoying all that nature had to offer. My mind floated to Red calling me city slicker. That’s what I’d been when I’d arrived here as a young man.
I returned twenty years later exactly the same way. It would seem I’d gotten comfortable in being a part of the rich and famous, losing my ability to appreciate nature at its finest.
As I paused on the gravel road flowing through Black Horse Ranch, glancing up at the mountains framed in a golden aura of the bright sun, I realized I hated the fact I was in a rental vehicle instead of on a horse. Sadly, it had been long enough since I’d ridden that I knew I wasn’t ready to tackle the miles of pastures and forests on a beautiful beast.
That would come later.
It was like riding a bike. Right?
I took a deep breath, the open windows allowing me to gather a hint of the slightly crisp air. I hadn’t realized how much I’d missed the place until just now.
Pressing down on the gas pedal, I drove slowly, capturing the full picture of my inheritance necessary in order to make the best decision for all those involved. I still didn’t know what that was. However, my business acumen remained intact, my realization that it took a lot of expertise to run a ranch of this size firmly planted in the forefront of my mind.
While I’d spent several months with my grandfather, his insistence that I handle every chore on the ranch no matter how disgusting or grueling, learning every detail then was entirely different from how the ranch was today. So much had changed, the list of employees much longer than before. What I didn’t know was what the possible purchasers planned to do with the place, the paperwork I’d seen not going into any detail.
Knowing my grandfather, he would have wanted his people well cared for. My gut told me the offers didn’t include keeping the current employees even on a temporary basis. Before coming here, I would have shut them out completely, not giving a fuck their livelihoods had been destroyed. Business was business after all. Right?
That was certainly my father’s motto. But was it mine? That was the question that I needed to answer first.
While Hank had sent me the pertinent details about the ranch, including what was left of the mortgage, he’d promised that inside my grandfather’s house a full detailing of the financials, contracts, lists of employees, and every other scrap of information I’d need in my decision-making process would be made available. He and I had a meeting scheduled for the morning, but I’d insisted on viewing every inch of the property beforehand.
Maybe I was doing nothing more than pushing the man off given I didn’t like his attitude. I couldn’t get it out of my mind that something fishy was going on. That’s one reason I’d doubted the wealth of the company.
I couldn’t believe the number of horses in various corrals. The majestic animals were running free in pastures, lounging in the shade under large trees, and basking in the sun with the mountains as a backdrop.
