Chapter 4

4

Dusty

Saints be praised, she’s letting me hold her.

We’re in my bed together. Spooning.

Her tush is tucked up nice and tight in my lap, my blissful smile is buried in her moonlight-colored hair, her cheek is resting on my bicep…and I could go on lying like this until kingdom come. I’m not sure what I did in my life to deserve this night, but I will rejoice in the memory forever. The night I held an honest to goodness angel.

Even after I nearly turned to the devil.

Truth be told, I expected her to be angry with me after the harsh way I spoke to her. The words that came out of my mouth were straight from Lucifer himself. Talking about her body like that? I should be ashamed. But she only…

Well, hell. She opened her legs for my seed.

Wiggled around for it and smiled at me while I laid it on her siren’s body.

But I can’t think about that right now or my dick is going to get hard again—and I might ruin this perfect moment. I can’t help it, though, so I close my eyes and pretend she is my wife. I’ve just come home after a long day of toiling in the fields and she has greeted me in those thong panties and high-heeled shoes. She’s been pacing the floor all day waiting for me to come home and make love to her. She wants me to give her a baby. Our first.

It’s such a perfect version of my life, I can barely imagine it.

And I need to be realistic. This glamorous bombshell of a city girl wouldn’t be happy on a farm. No way, no how. She’d be alone all day, isolated. Without her usual comforts. She’d get sick and tired of the work it takes to run a farm. She’d pack it up and move on.

If she promised herself to me, then left, I wouldn’t survive it.

“You’re thinking awfully hard back there,” she yawns, turning in my arms to face me. Naked. Mostly. She’s still in those tiny panties that a stiff wind would rip clean off. My God, she is painfully beautiful, her young skin glowing in the lamplight, her body supple where it presses to mine. She wraps her arms around my neck and those rosy nipples bury in my chest hair, highlighting our differences. She’s smooth and petite and feminine. I’m coarse, calloused and beefy. I’m a lot bigger and a lot stronger.

Yet she trusts me not to take advantage of her.

That makes my heart turn upside down.

She’sgot me upside down.

I want to know everything about Bianca. Want to soak her up, so I can remember her for the rest of my life. “Tell me about your life in the city,” I manage, feeling as though something is stuck in my throat. “Is it safe, darlin’?”

She wrinkles her nose, thinking. “I’m very careful.”

My arms lock around her. “That’s not the same thing.”

“I don’t go out alone at night. I have four locks on my door.”

“You shouldn’t need those things,” I growl, distressed.

“What do you suggest instead?”

Stay here. Be protected by your man.

“I don’t know the city,” I say, instead. “It might as well be another galaxy.”

“Sometimes it feels like that to me—and I live there.” She snuggles closer, nuzzling my throat with her nose and my eyes roll back in my head, it feels so wonderful. “I’m an actress, but I’ve only managed to book a few jobs as an extra, so I work at a clothing boutique called Le Chic to make ends meet.”

I absorb that with a nod. Of course, she’s an actress. Her face belongs on screen.

Not on a farm.

My swallow gets stuck halfway. “What are you doing all the way out here in the country?”

“My mother lives an hour north. I come to visit once a month, but I usually take the highway home. I’m trying to save money on gas, so I took a shortcut.”

“I’m glad you took a shortcut.”

“Me too,” she whispers into my neck, her fingers playing in my chest hair.

Her hips are beginning to shift around a little too much.

My cock is taking serious notice, hoisting like a crane.

Does she want me to kiss her pussy again?

Lord, I hope so. She tastes like sugar and moonlight. Heaven.

“My mother doesn’t approve of my dream of being an actress. She thinks I’m delusional.” A little furrow forms between her brows and it’s so adorable, I have to swallow a sound. “It’s the same lecture every time I come for a visit. ‘When are you going to get a real job, Bianca?’ But this is the first time I’m starting to wonder if she’s right.”

“No.” I lift her chin. “You can do anything, darlin’.”

She blinks back a sheen of moisture. “Thank you, Dusty.” That furrow returns. “But I haven’t really been enjoying as much it lately. The thrill is gone. That excitement that stays with me after an open call, hoping my phone will ring. It has…faded a little. I’m starting to wonder if there is something different for me out there.” She studies me for several seconds, before ducking her head. “Anyway, I have a meeting with a casting director next week. I’ve been called back after two rounds of auditions. This might be it. My big break. And I have to try. I owe it to my dreams to try.”

I’m nodding, because of course I want her dreams to come true.

I want this girl to be happy every day of her life.

Even if I wish her dream was me, instead, I keep that to myself.

To do otherwise would be selfish.

“If that director doesn’t hire you, he’s not worth your time, anyway. I’ve never seen you act, but I know I could watch you on a screen for hours. Saying lines or saying nothing at all.” The next part makes my throat hurt. “I’m sure you’re going to get the part.”

Her smile is grateful. But there’s more. Is that…need? “Dusty…”

My pulse pounds with hope. “Yes?”

She trails her finger down the middle of my chest, her cheeks pinkening. “I was thinking…” Green eyes search mine. “Maybe you could have one more kiss?”

A groan flees my mouth, my hand smoothing over her hip, massaging that round curve and gripping tight. My cock probably resembles a butternut squash at this point, hard and throbbing between my legs, my balls fattening a little more every time she bats her eyelashes at me. “You want me to kiss and lick your pussy again, darlin’?”

“Um…”

Aw hell, she’s breathing as hard as I am.

Is it possible that Bianca can get as horny as I can?

My lower abdomen strains at the very thought.

“Um…I was wondering if you could…well…”

“I’ll do anything you want, Bianca.”

Her eyelids flutter closed for a beat. Then, “What you said before…well, I don’t want you to go to town and find a woman to practice making love with before you find your wife. I don’t like thinking about it. It makes me feel jealous and angry.”

“Jealous?” My mind reels, struggling to make sense of her words. “Bianca. My plans became obsolete the moment I saw you. I can’t even remember what they were.”

She pouts a little and my heart stutters. Her thigh lifts and rests on my outer hip, opening herself up to me and I don’t dare breathe. What is happening here?

“What if we lose our virginity to each other, Dusty?” She rubs her tits side to side through my chest hair and I can’t help it, can’t do anything about my greedy hands clutching her tight ass and yanking her up, up, flush to my rigid cock. “We would be special to each other forever, even if we never see each other again.”

This is a crossroads.

A very difficult one.

Do I want to take this beauty’s virginity and give her mine in return? More than I want to see tomorrow’s sunrise.

It will destroy me, however.

Sharing something so important with this girl, then watching her leave?

She might as well stab me in the heart.

I don’t know how to say no, though. Not to the girl of my dreams.

I can only roll her over onto her back, my mouth coming down on hers, wet and ravenous. She mewls into my mouth, offers me a shy tongue and I see sparks. Sparks that turn into fireworks when she opens her thighs to allow my hips to press down, right on top of her immaculate cunt, that mewl turning into a whimper of my name.

“You mean it, Bianca?” I stroke our tongues together, my hips settling into a good, rough hump, the friction causing her panties to rip. “You want to give me your innocence?”

“Yes,” she gasps, her nails scoring my back, digging into the meat of my ass. “I can’t imagine giving it to anyone else.”

Joy crests in my throat, my chest. Is this really happening?

Is this perfect angel giving herself to me?

Yes. Yes, she is. And I’m taking. I have no choice but to devour her offering.

I grind my dick against her sweet spot, possessiveness roaring inside of me like a shackled beast wanting to be set free. “Hold on tight, darlin’. Here comes the devil.”

A horse whinny comes from outside. A loud one.

Not an unusual sound on a farm, but the horses are kept in stalls in the barn. They don’t simply roam loose around the property. Something must be wrong—and Bianca senses it. She breaks our passionate kiss and looks at me through dazed eyes.

“Should you go find out what happened?” she asks, her inner thighs grazing my ribcage.

My frustrated groan shakes the windowpanes. “I don’t want to stop touching you.”

“I don’t want that, either,” she whispers, kissing my chin. “But we have all night.”

As if one night is ever going to be enough with her.

The horse lets out another whinny, this one louder than the last.

I lift my hips and wince, removing myself from the Bianca’s heat. Rolling off her naked body is painful. My cock is straight as a rod, throbbing, a little shiny from the wetness of her pussy. “I’m going to bring the horse back to the barn, see what’s up. Then I’m coming right back here, darlin’.” I cup her tits in my much larger hands, teasing her nipples with my thumbs until she makes a whiny sound. “I want my night with you.”

She nods, biting her lip.

A blonde seductress in my bed, wet and willing.

I haul my overalls back up, attaching one of the straps and stomp out of the house, the cold air practically sizzling against my hot skin. I only register the gray stallion vaguely, because I’m seeing visions of Bianca, horny and rosy in my room. Waiting for me.

“How in tarnation did you get out?” I ask the horse, stomping in his direction.

Before I can reach him, he takes off in a gallop toward the barn.

Biting back a curse, I go after him, my erection still so stiff it makes my eyes water.

Fine. I’ll get him settled back in his stall and—

As soon as I enter the barn and hear a second whinny, this one from a mare, I know I won’t be getting back to bed any time soon.