Page 49 of A Rancher's Vow
Her eyes were glazed with pleasure, but she obeyed. Feet dangling over the table, thighs wide to let him keep touching her. She shoved his jeans and briefs down until his cock was in her fist, stroking with a sure, steady rhythm that threatened his control all over again.
A second later she had a condom unwrapped and was easing it over him, her touch soft on his hot length.
After one final stroke, Charity leaned back, feet back on the tabletop. Gaze on his.
“I want this. I wantyou.”
“Reading my mind?”
“I’m a fast learner.” She caught his shoulders and tugged his torso closer to hers. “Now fuck me.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
She laughed. “Oh no, mood killer.”
“Sorry.” Dustin slipped his fingers from her heat and used the moisture to coat his cock. “How abouttake my cock and I’ll fuck you until you’re screaming.”
“Much better. Okay.”
It was such a Charity answer, Dustin was laughing as he slid the head of his cock through her folds. He eased back and forth a few times to make sure she was ready, then pressed down to line up perfectly.
The single slow stroke as he pushed in was enough to make a chill run up his spine.
“Dustin. Oh God, that’s good.” Charity dug her nails into his shoulders. “Faster.”
Dustin withdrew slowly, stroked in. Repeated it again. And again.
“Faster—oh,yes.”
He circled her clit with his thumb again, enjoying the sensation of her muscles tightening on him. “Faster or good?”
“Uhhhhh.”
Her head tipped back, and a long low moan escaped as her pussy convulsed around him. Her climax triggered the end for him as well. Dustin drove in hard once, twice. On the third thrust, pleasure roared through him, spilling out with his shot as he came. “Tee.”
Still connected, Charity cupped his face, kissing him as Dustin rocked over and over. Her pussy tightened with an aftershock, and she laughed as he groaned. He scooped her up, shuffling with his jeans around his ankles two feet to the right to collapse into a nearby chair with her in his arms. No longer inside her, things might have gotten a bit messy but remained a whole lot satisfying.
They sat quietly for few minutes before Charity nuzzled his neck. “That was fun.”
“Tons of fun.” He held her tight and waited for the room to stop spinning before attempting to stand.
Friends. Absolutely. But it looked as if this next, other thing between them was going to be a heck of a good time as well.
Charity laid her head on his shoulder. Her heart pounded under the hand he pressed to her chest between the swoops of her bra. As they cuddled together, all Dustin could think of was how right it felt.
It was more thanokay.
10
The days that followed fell into a sweet rhythm.
Charity woke each morning after a refreshing sleep to an empty trailer. Breakfast in the cookhouse was usually her and a few of the older hands. Sam cooked up enormous meals for her then sent her to the office with enough coffee and cookies to make digging in musty files tolerable.
Midday she’d join whoever was stopped for lunch. Every afternoon break something of interest was happening in the arena. Crooked Creek might be a smaller operation than Silver Stone, but as far as Charity could tell, people were constantly busy with all the usual tasks of ranching.
Getting to watch Dustin work, though—he was good. Likereallygood. She wondered how much of his skills had been learned specifically under his brothers’ tutelage.
At the end of each day in the tomb, she’d put away her completed forms and all pretense of work and enjoy the evening in Dustin’s company. Good food, great conversation with the cowhands, and tons of variety in the remaining hours of the day.
