Page 21 of Spirit on the Range


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"Nothing yet."

I nodded slowly, topping her wine glass to the brim when she didn't object, and capped the bottle. “What do you need done while here?" I leaned back on the wooden kitchen island and stretched my shoulders out.

She looked at me with a flicker of a shadow in her eyes. "I'm not one of your fixer projects, Kyle."

“I mean, there's a lot I can do here. Help whip Gage into shape and see if I can lose my head faster than Will, you know.”

She snorted and ate a mouthful of her meal.

Mission achieved.

I finished washing up on aching feet. Everything fucking hurt from my shoulders for chopping wood to my legs. I caught Trav’s eye as I gave Eve a quick kiss on the cheek. "The offer stands, Eve. You need anything, want me to get you anything, just let me know."

"I will." She fell silent as I made my way back to the front door. And then she called out. "You know you’re family here, right? If you need anything, too?"

I pivoted on the spot to find her and her twin watching me through the same deep brown eyes. The effect was slightly disconcerting as there was a foot and half different in height between Trav and Eve.

"Thanks," I scrubbed the back of my neck quickly. "I'm just happy to be helpful."

"Do you let others help you?" She offered me a small smile.

I shrugged and held my hands out, palm up and headed out to the bunkhouse.

I even it all the way there before I spotted a little pale wraith in the foothills beyond, and I knew it was her.

Dropping my duffel bag near the door, I slid my hands to my pockets. My feet tread the now familiar path towards the cave. I didn't run this time, not even as the rumble of distant thunder raised hair on the back of my neck. Never, not even when a drop of rain soaked the back of my head. Or when my shirt plastered to my chest and back before I finished my climb up towards the waterfall. If the rain hadn't done it, the overhanging mist would have. At the back of the cave, curled on her collection of rugs, sat Sienna.

I stood in the entrance to the cave, unbuttoning my shirt and stripped it off, and my boots and jeans. Holding her gaze, I leaned back enough for the water to strike my head and then kicked out with my feet, free falling into the pool below.

For a single second, I thought I might know what it felt like to exist in her head.

My back broke the turbulent waters with a hard, icy splash that woke me up perfectly. Sweat washed from my body as I swam to the edge and climbed back up again, a hell of a lot cleaner and more suitable for her company than I had been before.

This time, her rugs were a little deeper into the cave. A towel landed at my feet. I dried myself off, stalking into the darkness to find her, my eyes adjusting to the expanse of beautiful, bare skin before me.

She pushed up onto her knees as I dropped to her level, our mouths clashing in a tangled sort of passion, as lightning illuminated her pale form.

Her blankets twisted beneath us as she pulled me down, sliding her legs apart. I ran my hands over her body, memorising her shape in the darkness. She gripped my hand, pushing twofingers into her mouth and sliding them down her stomach until I reached her heat and then pushed straight inside.

She screamed softly at the rough intrusion, bearing down on my fingers. It only took a couple of pumps before she came, drenching my hand, and I realised she was worked up as me.

Her fingers curled around my hard cock. She woke me as hard as I licked my way up to her, kissing her deeply as she guided me into her. I curved one hand beneath her head, caressing her clit with my thumb, rubbing back-and-forth and back-and-forth. I repeated the same teasing motion with my cock, pressing the tip inside and jerking my hips until she mewled and growled and writhed beneath me.

Then I filled her in a thrust, setting a punishing rhythm. Her cries were muted by the waterfall’s roar and the thunder that set in, crashing over the mountain with a passion to match our own. Her heels dug into my ass as she drove me deeper, curling her hips to match my rhythm.

I couldn't have stopped if I wanted to, and there was no way that was happening. I came with her the last time, falling into her on a cascade of unadulterated bliss.

This time, I fell asleep with her draped gently across my chest. And this time, when I woke up alone, and found the wad of cash I had in my jeans from her products was gone, I lay back on the blankets, surrounding myself with the scent of her, and smiled.

CHAPTER EIGHT

My glow lasted all the way around to Longside. I pulled in through the gate, determined to find out if they had a slasher deck that worked and a decent tin of stain for the front gate. But as with lots of well intended plans, mine were busted to shit the moment I arrived.

Three glossy pickups with all the extras attached were parked out the front of the house in a haphazard pattern when I pulled into the yard. Three men dressed in clean jeans and crisp shirts stood in a circle close to each other.

And one girl with wild hair, too soft to be around that sort of man safely, stood in the middle of them all.

“...and you know it’s due.” The tall man with his back to me, wearing a bright blue shirt that looked like it came fresh out of a packet without a wrinkle on it, pressed his hands to his hips, bowing over Sienna.

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