Vic Vaughn is Vicious

Finally, she says, “What the hell are you gonna do with two hundred acres?”

“Hunt pheasant and turkeys. Raise Labrador retrievers. Open a dude ranch. Become the new Sturgis. Start a shooting club. Buy some cows. Rescue wolves. Make yurts. Who the fuck cares? It’s two hundred acres. Everyone wants two hundred acres.”

She looks out at my piece of land with new interest.

“You wanna go look at it?”

She glances over at me with squinted eyes and I know what she’s gonna say. It’s the same thing everyone says. What’s there to look at?

This isn’t Vail. This isn’t even Bellvue. This is the Eastern Plains. This is flat. This is grassland. This is… boring.

That’s what everyone thinks, so that’s what everyone says.

But Daisy doesn’t say that. She says, “Hell yeah, let’s check it out.” And then she opens her door and gets out of the truck.

And this might be the moment when I fall in love with my daughter’s mother.

Because even if she can’t see my dream, she gets it enough to give it a try.

I lead her out into the field and then stop and we turn in a slow circle. “Well, it’s not much now—”

“No. It’s amazing.”

“You’re making fun of me.”

“I’m not. I swear. I love it out this way. My home, right? I know people like to live close to the mountains, but look.” Daisy points west. “You don’t get a view of that in the foothills.”

She’s right. The view of the mountains out this way is pretty spectacular.

“And you’re right about the riverbed. Doesn’t need to have water flowing to make it valuable. We had two dry riverbeds on our property and the trees still grew like weeds on either side of them.”

“I’m gonna put the house there.” I point to a clearing surrounded by cottonwoods.

“You’re really gonna build a house out here?”

“Of course.”

“Oh, I figured you were serious about hunting land. But what about the mansion?”

“Shit, that thing will always have people in it. I don’t need to be there.”

“Look at you leaving the nest.”

She’s teasing me and I like it. “You really did sing the Too Sexy song—”

“Stop it!” She puts up a hand, but she’s giggling.

“You remember.” I walk over to her, put my hands on her hips and push backwards until she bumps into a thick old tree trunk. “Don’t you?”

“I will deny it until the day I die.”

I suddenly stop smiling. “You remember every bit of it. You had me fooled. Sweet, sweet Daisy.” I raise my knuckles to her cheek and she sucks in a breath of air and blushes, looking down to hide her eyes. And when I sweep the side of my fingers down her neck she actually shudders.

Not sure if she’s interested in me or not, but also not willing to pass up the chance to find out, I lean in and kiss her neck. And at the same time my hands wander over her ass. She’s wearing jeans today. Just any ol’ pair of jeans. But she’s got on a tight tank top that shows off her curves.

She lets out a long breath when I take my soft kisses up to her earlobe. “Want me to stop?”

Her answer is immediate. “No,” she moans.

I didn’t plan this. Obviously. We’re standing in the middle of a field under the heavy boughs of some ancient trees. But I’m not about to waste this opportunity. A little nature never bothered me. I flip the button on her jeans and slip my hand inside her pants. My fingers slide right underneath the elastic of her panties. She gasps when I find her little sweet spot and I kiss her lips to catch that gasp.

“Do you like it?” I ask, both of us breathing heavy now.

She moans in response, which isn’t really an answer, but I just slipped a finger inside her, so I don’t take off points for that.

“You’re so wet,” I tell her. Then I feel her hand pressing against my thickening cock. She rubs her fingers against my jeans and I grit my teeth with want. She flips the button on my jeans and then she gets even when she slips her hand inside my pants, her palm wrapping around my wide shaft until I moan.

“You’re so hard,” she tells me.

And I laugh. “Daisy. Daisy. Daisy. You are not a sweet, spring flower, are you?”

She kisses me. And this is the girl I remember from that night. The fearless one. The one who knew exactly what she wanted from me that night.

She pushes her pants down until her jeans are around her thighs. Then she opens her legs as wide as she can, making the waistband dig into her flesh. All the while, her hand continues to jerk me off.

I pull my pants down too, just enough to let my cock spring free. Then I spin her around and grind my hips against her ass until she’s pressed up against the trunk of the tree.