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The early morning sun shines through the window, and a cool breeze stirs me from my slumber. I wake up languidly, my head on Ranger’s broad chest. I watch him sleep for a moment, completely content.
I stretch a little and it causes me to softly moan.I’m so sore. But I’m not complaining. Ranger and I have sex every day, sometimes more than once, and it’s incredible. I had no idea that life could be so sensuous and erotic.
After all, these past two months since tying the knot, Ranger’s taught me more about my body than I ever thought possible. It’s been one big lesson in how much fun sex can be, especially when it’s with someone you love.
My womanhood is frequently sore from his big cock, but even now, thinking about it, I want him again. Ranger has also been showing me other ways to bring us both pleasure, and I rub at my sore backside in appreciation.
That was a fun lesson.I can’t believe he fit inside me like that.
But I like it most when he goes inside my pussy. I blush at my crass thought.
Ranger is a generous partner, and even though I sometimes worry about how tight I am or that his massive member might not fit inside me, he pushes me over the edge each and every time.And when he creams inside me. I shudder just thinking about the sensation.
Is this what being married is all about? I wonder as I look at my handsome husband.Is this how it’s always going to be?
What if I get pregnant? The thought startles me, but only for a minute. We’ve never used protection and I like it that way. I can’t even imagine it any other way, in fact. I like feeling Ranger’s full manhood inside me and he’s always saying how much he likes filling me up.Well, we’re married now, and I guess we’ll want kids eventually so no harm there.
My mind wonders to thinking about little babies. Ones with his deep blue eyes and my dimples. Chubby, plump cherubs I can dress in tiny overalls and kiss on the nose.Maybe I should climb on top of Ranger’s hard cock right now…
My happy thoughts are interrupted by the sound of a car rumbling into the driveway.That’s weird, I thought Ranger locked the gate last night.Quietly, so as not to disturb my sleeping husband, I crawl out of bed to look out the window.
You’ve got to be kidding me! I nearly hiss out loud. A deep green Range Rover pulls in front of the farmhouse. And I know exactly who it belongs to.
Grabbing a paper-thin robe to cover my nude body, I bolt down the stairs to confront the car’s occupants: the goddamn McLaughlin boys from the Lazy M ranch next door.
I’ve told Ranger a little about them, but I had been careful not to share too many details in case it would have angered him enough to go over and do something about them. The McLaughlin boys used to antagonize Pa, but they also used to try to get to me, back when we were all in school together.
I was near the same age as the Cole and Zane, the two younger ones, and in school they tortured me. Sometimes they pulled my hair, other times they’d cut up my books with scissors. When we’d gotten a little older and my body had started to develop, the youngest brother, Zane, had pressed me against a wall and rubbed his clothed body against mine so I could feel his erection through his pants. I had never told Pa about it and I sure as hell wasn’t going to tell Ranger for fear that he’d go ballistic. I know my husband, and he’d likely pull out a shotgun and storm to the Lazy M, demanding vengeance. But now, I watch the green Range Rover with trepidation.
What the hell are they doing here? I haven’t seen the McLaughlins face-to-face since high school, right before I’d dropped out. Every time they’d been to visit the farm when Pa was alive, I had been elsewhere working or Pa had sent me inside as soon as he saw their car pull up.
I square my shoulders and yank the front door open, leaving the screen closed and locked as a protective barrier between me and the my unfriendly neighbors. But as I watch them park the vehicle, I resolve thattheyshould be the ones who ought to be afraid of coming here, not the other way around. So I open the screen and stride purposely onto the porch, ready to face them.
A slight chill in the air that makes my breath catch and I shiver.I bet they’re here to try and make me sell my property again.I feel my anger rising, thinking back on all the times they’d pressured Pa. My father always looked shaken after those encounters, but also more determined not to sell.
Three of the four doors to the SUV open and three men clamber out of the car. I know there are four McLaughlin brothers, but I’ve never met the two older ones. Not only that, but I’ve heard that the oldest one is never around because he was sent to boarding school or something of that sort. Well, the fewer the better. I hope he never comes around because the fewer I have to deal with, the better.
Cruel, vindictive assholes, I think. I pull my short robe a little tighter around me, wishing I were wearing something less provocative.
I watch as the three men approach the porch, but none of them climb the steps. I’m grateful for the distance, and to know that I have Ranger sleeping upstairs if I need him.
“Mornin’, Darcy.” Cole McLaughlin has cold, gray eyes and an unsettling smile. At some point he lost some teeth in a fight and what ones remain are crooked and ugly. It doesn’t help that he’s always grinding chew, and that the tobacco has stained his all of his teeth a nasty yellow color. He spits onto the ground by the bottom step, the juice staining the recently redone stair.
“Cole.” I answer coldly, grateful that my voice doesn’t betray how nervous I am. “What are you doing here?”
“Remember us, do you? Good.” Cole’s words are almost a threat, and I shudder slightly. “We’re here to talk business.”
“No.” The short word comes out before I can stop it, but I realize that it’s exactly how I feel. “We have no business to discuss.” I reaffirm, my voice laced with ice to match Cole’s. “You’re not welcome on my farm. I thought my Pa made that real clear.” I stand up taller, but even standing on the porch, the men appear to loom, their very height and brawn threatening.
“Come on now, Darcy. Don’t you have a lick of sense?” says the one I don’t recognize. This must be Sam McLaughlin, the second oldest. He folds his arms across his chest, posturing. His beard is patchy and unkempt, and reminds me of a diseased mongoose. If he’d taken the time to clean himself up, he wouldn’t be half so bad looking. But his eyes are gray and squinty, and he wears a permanent snarl from years of rudeness.
“Yer daddy sure didn’t,” says the last man. Zane.The idiot of the group but mean as a snake,I think to myself. Of the three brothers I know, Zane scares me the most. He’s not unattractive, but his eyes lack humanity. They’re flat and cold, and I shudder just looking at him.
“Don’t you dare talk about my father.” The words come out as a hiss. “You heathens are the one who pushed him over the edge.”
“Your father’s dead. It’s time to face facts.” Cole’s voice is cold and his callous words rekindle my rage. I start yelling at the brothers for all the world to hear.
“You sons of bitches,” I curse them. “My dad left me this farm and it was his dying wish that I keep it in the family. And that’s damn well where it’s going to stay!” I’m somewhat surprised by my boldness, but enough is enough.
