Chapter 6

Six

Boone

T hat isn't a bathing suit. It's a walking billboard for sex, and those shorts? More like a waistband with pockets.

I tried to shuffle her off this morning but her damn truck has two flats and only one spare.

She's stranded out here with me because I can't drive her back to the house. With colts on the way and horses to care for with no hands to speak of, I'm on my own and it's too damn late to tell our foreman I was just kidding about the two-week vacation. I'm not that big of an asshole.

But in hindsight, I should have kept at least one hand on staff, but irritation has me giving them all two weeks off. I've handled birthing colts on my own and there's a vet a few miles down the road on standby if a few mares drop their babies before expected. I'll be fine. Or at least I thought I would. I lock my gaze onto a perfectly round pair of ass cheeks I had my face buried in less than twelve hours ago and fight back the raging hard-on fighting to bust through my zipper.

Before leaving, a ranch hand must have cleaned the pool. It glistens in the fierce noon sunlight like a gem, but its intense shine holds nothing compared to the rare beauty sitting alongside the edge rubbing tanning oil over the luscious mounds of her tits. I can smell the tropical scent over the power of my black coffee, and fuck if I don't crave a taste of coconut.

I scrape at the stubble on my chin and dump the sour-tasting brew. If my father knew the fucked up shit I've stepped into he would roll over in his grave. Hell, he might already be.

What kind of animal am I? I shouldn't want to touch a girl that I'm supposed to take care of, much less steal away her virginity and ruin her.

I tear myself away from the angel on my pool deck and head back to the bedroom. The scent of sex and wildflowers from Harper's shampoo fills the room.

I fling back the heavy comforter to find a red streak where I had my fill of Harper's virgin pussy. If I close my eyes and I can taste the sweet girl-cum all over again.

Rage fills my veins at my perverted thoughts and I tear off the sheet, blankets—everything and throw them in the wash. I stalk past the kitchen window and nearly fall over.

Harper is going to make my heart stop cold in my chest one of these days. By the time I take another breath the cold lump of muscle starts to hammer against my chest in rapid fire. Blood rushes straight through my body and hits my cock, making me harder than steel. She's on her stomach one second and in the next her perfectly round ass in the air, legs spread in some yoga pose. I've only seen it on TV in one show or another. Seeing it in person I now get why Hunter is smitten over the town's yoga teacher.

That pose is perfect for driving my cock in so deep my balls would slap her clit.

One thing is for damn sure, seeing Harper's ass clad in barely-there material does things to my body no TV show has ever done.

Cum wets the tip of my dick and I can feel the sticky mess it's making of my boxers.

I raise an arm and wipe at my brow, the temps suddenly way too fucking high for only being noon. I reach over and crank the air conditioning lower.

I need to back up. That or I'm in real danger of fucking my brother's goddaughter in every way imaginable and this time I won't stop until I get her pregnant. And then do it all over again.

I pull my cell phone and hit my brother's name from my favorite's list.

"Pick the fuck up, Austin," I grind out.

"Yo, what's?—?"

I don't let him finish before I'm already talking. "—Hey, yeah, get the fuck out here. Now." I brace a hand on the counter, swallowing thickly at the next pose Harper's graceful body sinks into.

"Whoa, did someone die? The house burn down? The horses get stolen?"

"No, your goddaughter is here and needs a ride back to town. She's fucked up two tires and managed to find the only loose barbed wire within a hundred miles. It's all tangled around the undercarriage."

"That's not the only thing she had tangled up by the sounds of it."

"Stop dicking around. Get here." I know I'm barking orders, but dammit, I can't hold out much longer. Keeping my hands and dick to myself is getting harder by the second. Speaking of hard, my dick is breaking my jeans open at the zipper.

Austin sighs. "It's gonna be a while, man. I have a new client coming in with new horses. They want us to saddle break a few mares. Can't leave just yet. It might be an hour, it might be a day."

Fuck, I'm in deep trouble.

I pry my eyes off the gurgling water of the pool where I forced them to stay only to see Harper's nimble fingers reach for the tie dangling down her back. When the dental floss of a top falls to the deck, I hit end on the call and grind my teeth until I hear a crack.

I reach for my cock and tear the zipper down. My dick, angry, hard and in need of unloading into Harper's tight pussy leaks cum down the veiny length to wet my hand. I tighten my hold and I pump from base to tip. All that glistening sun-kissed skin. My breaths are hard and fast just like my climax when it hits. I groan through my release, grabbing a clean dish towel from the drawer to catch the ropes of cum I unload into my hand. Finished, I stuff the towel in the trash just as I spot a cloud of dust kicking up over the horizon heading our way.

I storm for the door and walk past Harper sprawled out on a towel twice her size, creamy tits up and her bikini bottom pushed so low I can see the seam of her pussy just over the ridge of the hem.

Cool eyes hit mine. "Cover up—we have company."

Maybe a better man would walk away, but I stand there until she reaches for some sort of sheer cover I don't see from a bag off to the side. She rolls, sliding the scrap of cloth over her ass and nothing else.

"Harper!" I warn harshly.

The little blonde-headed wench shrugs those pretty tanned shoulders, baiting me. I know she is, but I have a little more patience in me than I did five minutes ago when I had my dick in my hand cumming like a young buck into a towel.

"What? It's too late for me to move unless you want me to stand up right now." The fresh Texas twang on her lips has my cock stirring again. I swear I'm nothing but a walking hard-on lately.

When she goes to make good on her words, a few of my lives are shaved off in that millisecond. Someone else seeing my Harper's pink-tipped tits. No fucking way.

I raise a finger and point it at her. "Don't you dare fucking move and when I get rid of our visitor, you and I are going to have a long talk." I stomp down the deck stairs to the sight of her pouty lips jutting out. A few minutes and I'm able to point a lost college kid back toward town. Not an uncommon occurrence. One wrong turn out here and you could get lost in the wide-open spaces easily.

Back on the deck I stand over her, blocking the sun in her face. "You need to go inside and pack your things or get dressed." I press my thumb and finger to the bridge of my nose. "Both. Whatever. Did you even bring clothes with you?"

Her chest rises and falls, her lotion-covered nipples beacons to my eyes. I picture my cock buried between the valley of her tits, her tongue caressing the head of my cock as I fuck her tits.

"Not much. Why? And why do I need to get dressed?"

She's sitting up now, her tits swaying with her movements.

"Cover the fuck up and stop acting like a spoiled brat or you'll get that spanking your daddy and godfather never gave you, baby girl. Stop pushing me, Harper." My voice drops. "You don't know what you're asking for, dammit."

Her lips tilt up into a snarky challenge. "Don't I, Boone." The defiance I always knew she had in her comes rearing up in the stance she takes. Hands on the curves of her feminine hips. Eyes alight with something so fierce I'm in awe for a breath of a moment.

I look on as she walks toward me. Pretty toes tipped in neon orange. Smooth legs and lithe body. She comes to a stop just out of my reach. Oil coats her supple tan skin and her pink nipples stand out against all that delicious milky white skin yet to be tanned. By the end of summer, she'll be a delicious caramel all over. On more than one occasion I've wanted to lick those sexy tan lines and pump my milk all over her skin."

"Screw it. I'm not talking anymore. Austin will be by to take you home." I turn for the barn and force my eyes forward when I want to turn back around and pin her to the deck with my dick and teach her not to tempt a man like me. I storm off to the barn with a deep scowl on my face.

"Be ready to leave in an hour." One way or another I'll get her out of here if I have to put her on a horse myself. But right now I need the hour in between to calm my dick.

I slam the door to my office and take in the silence of the barn where I like to work. I have another office in the house and yet another in the big house. But this is my sanctuary. A place where I can gather my thoughts.

My cock is throbbing again and this time, just like back in the kitchen, I'm so unhinged I can't take the throbbing need. Giving myself another release is the only way through this and then, once I calm down maybe I can find a way to get Harper out of here without fucking her against every wall in this place and believe me, there are a lot of walls.

I lean against the nearest one, cock in hand, head thrown back. I'm slow at first, wrapping my fist around the swollen shaft between my legs. Milk already wets the tip and is spilling over my fingers by the time I've stroked myself a few times. Every cell in my body wants to go back to the house and sink into her. I picture all that oiled skin sliding over me. Her slicked-up pussy sinking down my shaft and taking every inch of my swollen cock until she can't take any more.

"What's the matter, lose your little black book?"

My eyes fly open. I'm so lost in my fantasy I didn't hear the door open. I don't move. I can't because I'm trapped in her icy blue gaze. I cup my balls and squeeze the head of my cock, forcing a rivulet of cum to drizzle down.

"What the fuck do you want from me, Harper? Haven't you done enough?"