Chapter 5

5

Bianca

When Dusty doesn’t come back to bed after ten minutes, I begin to get worried.

What if he went out in the darkness, tripped over something and got hurt.

What if one of those wolves came down from the mountain and got him?

I can’t fathom any creature, great or small, getting the drop on my giant, but I continue to pace the floor in front of the bed. Eventually, I get cold and sneak into his closet to find a flannel shirt, putting it on and buttoning it up, snorting when the hem goes all the way to my knees. Maybe I’ll just pop outside and check on him. In case he needs help.

That way I can distract myself from the fact that I am aching with worry over a man that I’m supposed to leave tomorrow morning. No, I am leaving tomorrow morning. I can’t just stay here on this farm. That would be preposterous. The city is beckoning me home and furthermore, I have the meeting of a lifetime this week. I have to rehearse my lines.

But first, it seems I’m giving this big, lovable man my V-card.

I did not see this coming, but I can’t deny that it feels right. Inevitable.

Somehow, I know I will never, ever regret him being my first.

Crossing the bedroom to the window, I peer out into the darkness and see the light on in the barn. A shadow moving around. Unless the scarecrow actually came to life, that shadow has to belong to Dusty. I’ll just cross the pitch-black property and go see what’s keeping him.

Easy.

A moment later, I stand in the frame of the open front door, gulping. I can’t see anything in between the house and the barn. Monsters hide in this kind of darkness. But I’m finding myself…a little anxious without Dusty around. I miss him. It’s so weird, considering I only met him tonight, but his presence makes me feel safe and happy. Warm and wanted.

I want my farmer back.

With a deep breath for bravery, I step out into the cold darkness, my feet carrying me across what feels like a combination of dirt and grass toward the barn. As I grow more confident, I move faster, the frigid air feeling kind of nice on my flushed skin. At least, momentarily. Wow. The air smells so clean out here. The quiet is vast and soothing to my ears, nothing but crickets and wind. The opposite of the city. I would have assumed that total silence would unnerve me, but it doesn’t. I kind of love it.

Finally, I reach the light of the barn, stepping inside onto the soft straw floor. I stride in the direction of the shadow and find Dusty in a stall with a horse who seems to be restless, dancing around somewhat on its hind legs.

“Dusty?”

“Bianca.” His head whips in my direction, concern immediately etching itself into his brow. “You should be inside where it’s warm, darlin’.”

I lean my cheek against the frame of the stall entrance. “It’s warmer with you.”

His chest rises and falls. “I want nothing more than to be back in that bed with you, but my mare is in labor.” He looks me over and grunts. “Damn. Look at you in my shirt.”

“It’s huge,” I giggle.

“I’m huge.”

I bite my lip. “I noticed.”

His swallow is loud enough to hear across the stall. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but you are hell on my concentration.”

“Sorry.” With a sly smile, I push away from the wooden post, venturing further into the stall, regarding the mare with wonder. I’ve never seen a horse up close like this. Only in movies. Or when the occasional police officer rides one in the St. Patrick’s Day parade. She is nothing short of majestic. “So, wow. She’s having a baby horse?”

His chest rumbles with mirth. “Yes. A baby horse.”

“Am I in the way or…can I do anything to help?”

“I want you warm in bed, Bianca.”

“Really, I can help.” For some reason, I want to be a part of this. Bringing an animal into the world. Helping this mare through this stressful time. More than anything, though, I want to be a part of this with Dusty. “Tell me what to do.”

He observes me for a moment, then leans down and kisses my forehead. “All right, city girl. There is a storage locker at the rear of the barn. Get me some clean bedding to put down on top of the straw. I think she’s looking for a place to lie down for a spell.”

“Yes, sir,” I say, jogging out of the stall to retrieve the bedding.

A couple of minutes later, I return with an armful of blankets, handing them off to my farmer. “Now, you stand back, darlin’. She might back up or roll over suddenly and I don’t want you getting crushed. I’m having heart palpitations just thinking about it.” He hands me one of the blankets I brought. “Wrap yourself in this. I don’t want you cold.”

I am quite happy to do what this man says. Unusual, to say the least. Normally, I don’t love being bossed around, but Dusty doesn’t boss me around because he’s on a power trip. He genuinely has my best interest at heart. Wrapped in the blanket, I move to the far corner of the stall and watch Dusty ease the mare down onto the bedding where she rolls around a little. As she does this, Dusty leaves the stall briefly and returns with a large, white cloth, wrapping it around the mare’s tail. And then she’s back on her feet, her sides heaving, nostrils flaring with great bursts of air.

When something moves out of the corner of my eye, I realize there’s a gray horse watching the proceedings from outside of the stall. “Is that the horse that came to the house?”

“Yes,” Dusty said, stroking the mare’s neck. “That’s Buggy, my stallion. He came to let me know that Lady was in labor.”

A crank turns in my chest. “Is that…normal?”

He shoots me a grin. “It’s normal on this farm.”

Another horse sticks his head into the stall directly above me, watching the mare with what appears to be quiet worry. “Is this a magical farm?”

“Some days I wonder if it might be.”

“If one of them starts talking, I’m out.”

Dusty lets out a hearty laugh. “That is yet to happen, but some days I wouldn’t mind a decent conversation. I talk to some of my Army buddies on the phone once in a while. But besides the vet and the man at the hardware store, I don’t have the chance for much human interaction. It’s pretty isolated out here.”

“Yeah.” I try to keep the next question buried, but it claws its way out. “Do you think you could ever be happy in the city?”

He rubs at the back of his neck. “I don’t think I’d fit, darlin’. Plus, my grandfather left me this land, this farm. I could never abandon it.”

“No, of course not,” I say quickly. “It’s magical, after all.”

“Yeah.”

He looks at me for long moments, starting to say something else, when suddenly the mare is back on her feet, a sense of urgency filling the stall. For the next ten minutes, I watch in wonder as the mare gives birth to her foal. I don’t think I blink once the whole time. I’m witnessing a miracle and somehow, I’m not grossed out by the blood and muck that comes along with it. When it’s over and the mare is cleaning off her baby, I blink and heavy tears roll down my cheeks. My heart is beating so fast.

Dusty cleans up the stall while I move instinctively—who knew I had an instinct for farm work?—bringing the other horses back to their stalls and closing them in, confident they will remain inside now that Lady has finished giving birth. I smooth my palm down the sides of their powerful necks, laughing when the stallion nuzzles my shoulder.

“You trying to steal my girl, Buggy?” Dusty asks from the stall doorway.

A bubble of exhilaration bursts inside of me and I run across the stall, jumping into Dusty’s arms and wrapping my legs around his hips. “That was incredible.”

Our mouths meet in a slow, winding kiss.

“I need a shower before I put these hands on your pretty skin,” he rasps against my lips, carrying me quickly out of the barn and across the dark expanse of property toward the house. “Believe me, I am going to set the record for the fastest shower ever taken.”

“Mmmm. And then?”

“And then we pick up where we left off.”

“Where was that?” I murmur, feigning confusion.

“Don’t play with me, darlin’. I was just about to have the best night of my life.” My back is pressed to the front door of the house, his hips bucking upward into the juncture of my thighs, making me whimper. “Between the legs of an angel.”

“Ohhh, yes, I remember now,” I tease breathily.

With a playful growl, Dusty carries me into the house, his heavy footsteps loud on the floorboards on our way to the bedroom. He lays me down in the center of the bed and begins stripping off his overalls, already walking backward again in the direction of the bathroom. Until I see his naked body, I don’t realize how badly he does need a shower. He’s covered in all kinds of things, but he’s still incredibly hot. Even more so, because his body bears the fruits of his labor. And lest we forget, he is extremely aroused, his shaft protruding thickly from a pair of beautifully engorged testicles. He’s large enough to make me wonder if it’s physically possible for us to make love, but I trust him to find a way.

He stumbles a little on his way to the bathroom and I prop myself up on one elbow, giggling, watching him disappear through the door. The water goes on and I hear him muttering while he cleans himself, my own fingers plucking the buttons free of the borrowed flannel until I’m naked in the middle of Dusty’s huge bed.

My lips curve into a smile when the soap drops. Twice. Followed by curses.

Then finally the shower is off.

My giant bursts through the doorway of the bedroom, wet from his shower, not even bothering to dry off before he presses down on top of me, his mouth taking mine in a thought-blurring kiss. Water transfers from his skin to mine, warm and slippery, leaving us both wet as the kiss carries on and turns…turbulent. Lustful.

We’re not playful anymore.

Dusty’s thickness spears up between my thighs, parting my dampening flesh, a hoarse shout of my name leaving his lips, his hands fumbling to grasp my knees and yank them up, up, around his hips and he humps me roughly, our kissing turning almost violent. And it’s coming from both sides. I’m desperate for this man. I want him to provide me some relief and I want to give him the same. Maybe even more. I want to be his temptation and his salvation.

Now, now, now.

“Don’t know much about sex, but I know I’ve got to go down and eat it, darlin’. I can tell from here you’re snug as all get out. I need it to be wet.”

A gasp leaves me involuntarily. “I had no idea your mouth was so filthy.”

“I’m sorry,” he says, scooting down to lick my nipples, pinch them with his calloused fingers, before sucking them into his mouth and drawing on them noisily. Wetly. “I apologize for being rude. It’s painful to be this horny.”

I’m almost incoherent from the pleasure he’s inflicting on my breasts. They’re so sensitive. I never knew. “W-well we have to do something about that,” I stammer.

He slaps my breasts. Gently. A smack, right to left.

Something hot and needy cracks open in my midsection, my moan renting the air.

“Again,” I pant. “Harder.”

A combination of agony and excitement tightens his features. “You like that, don’t you?”

“Yes!”

“You like me slapping these little brat tits.”

“Oh my God. Yes.”

“You’re the only cure for this pain in my cock,” he rasps, razing my nipples with his teeth, his mouth traveling lower, lower, his open mouth coasting over my belly button, my mound, to the slit beneath. “This is where all my frustration is going to go. Right here. In this itty-bitty fuck hole. Soon as I’m done lickin’, you’re going to open your legs and let me put it there.”

“Yes!”

I’m screaming. I can’t lie still.

I didn’t even know if was possible to want sex this bad. I’m trembling, my skin growing dewy with the need for…for…I don’t know. I just want to be used like a naughty toy. Rutted and grunted over. I want this gigantic man to be brought to his knees by the sensations afforded to him by my body. Only my body.

I’m barely cognizant of my movements as I lift my hips and whine for his mouth, which he gives me enthusiastically. My arousal has already left my flesh parted slightly, but his tongue presses the petals of my sex open wider, the flat of it rubbing my clit hungrily. As if my release is the only thing that will quench his thirst. My vision wavers. I’m dizzy. My thighs begin to shudder and shake. Thirty seconds of his mouth between my legs and I’m already on the verge of an orgasm. An intense one. It hasn’t even crested, and it has stolen my breath.

“Dusty. Dusty!”

We lock eyes up the length of my body and he uses the very tip of his tongue to worry my clit. Then, very precisely, he reaches up and slaps my breast. Snap.

My hips jump off the bed, but he wrangles them back down and…and…oh God, he drills his tongue up inside of me, fucking me with loud groans, his thumb strumming my clit as he goes. Sensations bombard me, my loins quickening swiftly, painfully, and I go over the edge, a warm river of need traveling low in my tummy and releasing on his tongue, his jaw, all while he continues to plunge his tongue in and out, in and out, wet sounds filling the bedroom.

I have barely recovered from that life-altering orgasm when my giant farmer looms over me, taking up every inch of my world, moisture dripping from his chin onto my throat, my breasts. He braces his left arm beside my head and fists his shaft in the other, bringing it between my legs while breathing laboriously.

“Ain’t got a single condom to my name, darlin’.” He enters me with a single inch, his pupils expanding like an explosion of black, his voice dropping an octave. “But I reckon you don’t want to get pregnant tonight.”

“No,” I say, automatically, curious about the lack of conviction in my voice. “I can’t.”

A shadow quickly passes across his face, before it’s gone. “You trust me to pull out?”

“I trust you to do anything,” I whisper, nothing short of starry-eyed, skimming my palms along the muscular bunches of his shoulders, over his short hair, before taking his face in my hands. “Make love to me, Dusty.”

Some unnamed emotion multiplies in his expression and he rides his hips forward, impaling me slowly, his chest heaving faster with every inch he gains inside of my body. “Lord Jesus have mercy,” he barks, stopping halfway. “You don’t take a cunt like this on a shortcut down a deserted road, you hear? This here cunt keeps to the highway.”

“Yes, sir,” I breathe.

“I don’t know how long I’ll last in this pretty wet thing.” His face is a mask of pain. “Barely halfway in and my balls already want to burst.”

I shift my hips side to side. “But I want to feel all of you.”

“Don’t baby talk me, darlin’. I’m trying to get a hold of myself.”

“No.” I pout, playing with my nipples and watching his eyes darken further as a result. “I want you to let go with me. I want to be manhandled.”

“You’re a virgin, Bianca.”

“Maybe we’re not all the same,” I whisper. “Maybe I’m virgin who wants it rough.”

“Dear God above,” he says through his clenched teeth—and then he slams into me, filling me up with every inch of his erection and driving me up the bed. “Oh, sweet fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Tight little thing. I’ve got this tight little thing now, don’t I?”

I’m reeling from so many sensations.

Elation.

Discomfort.

Eagerness.

Need.

“Ride me dirty, Daddy,” I sob, flexing my secret muscles around the immense girth of him. “Please.”

As soon as those five unexpected words leave my mouth, he bellows my name and begins to pound me like a demon. This is what I wanted. Exactly this. He shoves my face into his throat and fucks me with unparalleled aggression. His sex enters me thick, wet and sloppy, his testicles slapping the curve of my buttocks, faster, faster. Did I call him Daddy?

Yes.

I did.

Nothing has ever felt more fitting, especially now, when he is the center of my universe, the keeper of my breath, my pleasure, my pain. He’s destroying me and giving me new life. I cry out when his sex begins to thicken inside of me, his grunts becoming louder in my ear. Does that mean he’s going to have an orgasm? Is it happening?

The very knowledge that he might be on the verge makes my own flesh pulse, grow taut, giving me the warning that another tumultuous climax is right around the corner and all I can do is keep my legs open, my arms wrapped tight around his neck, while the mattress creaks beneath us, the sound of our panting breaths filling the air.

“Jesus Christ, I’m taking you too hard. I’m no better than a beast. This is what could have happened to you out on the road,” he says, sinking his teeth into the side of my neck, driving into me in a fury. “The only difference is I licked it first.”

“I love what you’re doing to me, Daddy. Don’t stop.”

“Call me Daddy again and I’m warning you, darlin’, I won’t be able to pull out. And listen to me good, if I come inside of you, don’t you dare try and leave this farm. I will bring my pregnant woman home and weld a ring onto her finger.” His jaw bunches up, muscles flexing in his cheek. “My God, listen to that little squeak every time I put these inches in it. I’d sell my soul to fuck you silly for the rest of my life.”

I don’t know what comes over me.

I don’t know what possesses me, but I’m not thinking clearly right now.

I’m overcome by the rising tide inside of me. By this man.

This big, incredible man who has two sides. Decent and dirty.

And I hunger for them both, so I disregard his warning. Purposely? I don’t know.

“Make me squeak louder, Daddy.”

His roar erupts in the bedroom and his hips move faster, harder, pinning me to the bed with merciless drives. The veins in his throat and chest turn stark, his muscles straining, and he throws his head back, coming inside of me with so much force, I scream, my core cinching up like a vise around him, milking, milking his driving shaft as I orgasm, my moisture flooding the place where our bodies join, where he thrusts into me in a frenzy, overflowing me.

Owning my body.

Taking my heart prisoner.

And when he drops on top of me, panting, praising my body, I recognize the possible consequences of what I’ve done. I’ve set something new into motion. An irrevocable change.

…if I come inside of you, don’t you dare try and leave this farm. I will bring my pregnant woman home and weld a ring onto her finger.

I don’t doubt Dusty for a second.

Part of me even feels alive just thinking about. Being this honorable man’s wife.

Living here on this magical farm.

But don’t I owe it to myself to keep following my dream? Everyone doubts me, even my own mother. I don’t want to quit and hear I told you so. I’ve scraped by for too long to give up simply because I’ve met a man. I don’t want to be taken care of. I want to work. Succeed. And this role that I’m gunning for is so cool. A female detective named Finlay, out to deliver some vigilante justice. Anyone would kill for that part!

Even as I snuggle into this big bear of a man, I know what I have to do.

I have to sneak out.

I have to run before he wakes up.