Chapter 4

Four

Boone

S omething is off. I can feel it the second I walk into the house.

That scent. Feminine, light. Barely there. I turn my attention to the phone vibrating in my pocket. I just came from a nearby bar where most, if not all, the Urban ranch hands like to kick back after a long week. June graduations are right around the corner and most of the folks working for us have teens graduating or going off to college soon. They want to spend as much time with their family as possible and right now, with the mood I'm in, I don't mind forking over extra pay to help make that happen.

Our foreman, Saul, and several work hands were happy to find they get a two-week paid vacation before we need to get back to work.

I pull out my phone to find a message from Saul. After a few beers, we got to talkin' and the lack of a woman's cooking came up, among other things.

By the way. left a little somethin' sweet for you back at the house. You'll love how sweet and juicy this one is.

Son of a bitch. Saul, aka the playboy of the town, liked to meddle but he wouldn't go this far. I breathe in again and find that same scent filling my lungs. Damn, that man works fast. All I had said was I needed a cold shower and to get to work on rebuilding a section of the fence a flash flood took out a couple of weeks back.

I'm about to punch back and ask what he means by sweet and juicy, when a soft moan draws me near my room.

I jerk my head up, thumb frozen over the send button.

I ease open my bedroom door to find a delicate form waiting for me beneath the sheets.

Dammit, Saul. Always butting in where he's not needed.

I lean against the door frame and consider my options. Kick out the chick and enjoy a nice cold shower to take the thought of Harper out of mind for at least a couple of hours so I can sleep or…

Or, dammit, enjoy the woman in my bed and maybe fuck her so hard I once and for all forget about Harper. Not like I can have her in this lifetime anyway. Who am I holding out for?

I don't bother with the lights. I leave reality at the door. Enough moonlight pours through the window to keep me from stubbing a toe. Maybe this is what I need to get Harper out of my mind. Tonight, for one fucking night, I can pretend it's Harper in my bed. No one will know and afterward, I'll send this woman on her way with a kiss of gratitude and then spend the next several weeks fully purging my soul of Harper before I drive her off to college.

I strip in the darkness and pause right before climbing into my bed. This isn't like me at all, but I can feel my sanity slipping. If I don't get Harper out of mind, out of my senses, I won't ever sleep again. Life will be tasteless, dull.

No need to say anything. No way the mystery woman Saul sent over didn't hear me come in, and the woman in my bed already knows what she's here for. Why else climb into the bed of a stranger well after midnight?

She shudders and gasps when I slide in under the covers, bringing with me a blast of cold, conditioned air.

Without speaking I anchor her close with an arm wrapped around her hips, drawing her into me until my cock sits firmly against her ass. She's smooth and warm, and I'm already hard. The idea of playing out my Harper fantasy had me like a steel rod minutes ago, to be honest. That thought alone makes me feel like an asshole, but it's too late to turn back now.

"Hey," comes a rough, breathy whisper. A little groggy, like I've woken her from sleep.

"Sorry you had to wait for me, baby." Soft fingers dance over my hand where I have it splayed over her stomach.

"It's—"

I caress my hand over the side of her hip, my cock already dripping cum into the seam of her ass.

"Shh," I cut her off with my lips to hers. I've never done this before, sleep with a total stranger, but if I want to stay sane, I need to find a release valve.

"No words. No need for them." I roll her over and move my large body between her silky-smooth legs.

Jesus H. Christ. I inhale and it's like all my fantasies have come true down to the way I imagined my Harper's scent of arousal—delicate, feminine. Pure as the springtime air.

I shift upward and capture faint moans, devouring them completely. Perfectly round breasts fit into my hands when I cup them, stroking the rough pad of my thumb over the hard tips before I pinch them, she arches into my hands, eager for my touch.

Shocks of pleasure seem to take my mystery woman by surprise if the gasping moans are anything to measure by. And the asshole that I am, I dip my head and tease a peak with my tongue, then move to the other instead of sending her packing.

I scoop her up, rising to my knees, loving the way her legs wrap around me. My hand goes to her head and I run my fingers through her hair. Long and silky through my fingers. Just like I dreamed it would be. The scent of vanilla and springtime carry over the cool air.

Her nails rake over my shoulder and sink into the flesh of my ass, pulling me in. Not happening. This is my show.

I chuckle softly at her show of dominance, but only give a nip to her lower lip to let her know who is in control.

My hands move to her knees and I slip down the length of her body, my shoulder spreading her knees wider for me.

I palm her ass and tilt her up. I give in to the temptation to taste the heavenly juices of my angel. If the scent of Harper alone can have me nearly shooting my load, there's no telling what the taste of her on my greedy tongue will do to me.

I do my best to go slow, to be the gentleman I need to be. But I can't. The second I drag my tongue over the virgin slit I'm lost. I tongue her slowly, peeling her angel soft lips open and slipping my tongue inside. Honey drips for me and I catch every last drop, drinking each down like nectar from heaven.

I angle my head so I can get more of her on my tongue. Fingers dive into my hair and I can tell I've hit the sweet spot when I wrap my tongue around her clit. Hot cum drips from her core and my fingers are right there to make sure all those hot juices are spread equally over every inch of her cunt.

A curse leaps into my mind. Not Harper , reality tries to barge in, but I shove it aside as I slip another finger through the seam of her ass to find what I'm after.

"Oh, God! Yes!"

Another wave of blood rushes to my cock as I let those words fall over me.

My muscles bulge and tighten with restraint. I have to go gently.

I move up her body. Her lips crush to mine and I eagerly devour her sweet mouth, letting her taste her own juices on my tongue and lips.

My thighs are pinning her open for me and my heavy cock and cum-filled balls are aching to sink in, claim what is mine and give my entire load over in return.

She shudders beneath me. She's half my size and I think I might crush her, but her legs and arms are wrapped around me tightly. I'm not going anywhere anytime soon. I'm tempted to reach over and flick the light on, end this madness, but I don't. Instead, I let my fantasy thrive in the darkness where it belongs.

My Harper. She's the one I'm taking tonight. Tomorrow? Well, I'll worry about tomorrow when it comes.

I grab a condom from my nightstand and hope they haven't expired. If memory serves they last a little bit more than a couple of years. Given that's how old they are, we should be good.

I cup her ass with both my hands and draw her in, tilt her hips just right and line my cock up with her entrance.

"Fuck me, the way your entrance grips my dick…tight and so fucking perfect."

Her breath comes faster and faster. She arches her hips, and I sink my thick cock in another inch. Fuck yes. Hot, wet. So wet I slide into the impossibly tight pussy and I can feel the release I've been holding back for months build in my balls.

She whimpers, throwing her head back, her body bowing off the bed, her arms tightening around my neck when I slide in and fully seat myself inside her…holy shit.

Virgin pussy? I had felt the tear and pop of a hymen the second I flexed my hips and drove in. But it was too late.

I growl, "What the fuck." I make a mad reach for the light and blink until my eyes adjust to the sudden brightness.

A slow blinking woman with angel blue eyes stares up at me from beneath thick black lashes. My gaze travels over beautiful breasts I know taste as sweet as peaches and my cock is covered in a virgin's blood.

What have I done?

"Harper? What the ever-loving fuck!"