What the fuck is happening to me right now? I’m a damn thirty-five-year-old man, not a high schooler with his first boner. I should call Aunt Nora right now and curse her a blue streak for sending Sydney here. I’m not running a damn Bed and Breakfast!
But no, I can’t do that; I won’t do that. Aunt Nora has been too good to us. So instead, I’ll suck it up and try my best to keep my dick in my pants for the next few weeks. I take a deep breath, give my cock a stern talking to and head down the steps. The minute I lay eyes on her, my stomach flips. Fuck. I’ve never been this attracted to a woman in all my life. I suddenly feel the need to get out of the house, and fast.
Sydney goes to the kitchen to get a glass of water and Luke lets himself out. There’s an awkward silence so I finally clear my throat and announce that I’m going out to check on the cattle. A look passes quickly across her face and I can’t quite read it. Was it disappointment? Relief?
“Ok, well I’ll probably jump in the shower and get cleaned up a bit. I drove through a lot of dust on the way here, and I feel like I’m covered in it,” she says.
“Yeah, that’s why you don’t see too many fancy sports cars out this way,” I say, sounding way more dickish than I meant to. Keep it up asshole and you won’t have to worry about getting her in your bed, she’ll take herself out of the running.
She’s just standing there staring at me so I feel the need to say something else. “Well, my home is yours for the next few weeks so make yourself comfortable,” I say, trying to sound a little more charitable. “And feel free t
o make a list of things you might want from the store.”
Before she can say anything else, I turn on my boot heel and practically run out the door. Good Lord, I need a drink.
“I have to admit big brother, I’ve never seen you look so flustered around a girl in my life,” Luke teases when I meet up with him in the barn.
I grunt and start to inventory the feed bags so I can put in an order. As much as I hate to admit it, Luke is right. Sydney has me tied up in knots like no other woman ever has and I’ve known her all of twelve hours.
“Why do you think Aunt Nora sent her here?” Luke was asking.
“To torture me,” I say, to Luke’s great amusement. He is loving watching me sweat this girl. “I don’t know, she just called and said she had a friend who had had a rough year and needed a break. She thought the fresh air and quiet might help and so she asked if she could send her out. I couldn’t exactly say no to her.”
Luke nods his head. “Yeah, the way she took care of us all those years, we kind of owe her a favor or two. Besides, Sydney won’t be hard to look at for the next few weeks.”
I feel my ears start to get hot and my eyes snap up to my brother’s face. He is smiling that dumb smile of his and I want nothing more than to smack it off of him. I quickly look down, but not before he’s caught me.
Luke whistles low and chuckles. “Wow Cole, this girl’s got you wound up pretty tight already doesn’t she?” he asks.
I say nothing and move over to the feed stations, filling them for the first wave of cattle we’ll call in. I see him grinning and shaking his head from the corner of my eye.
“No worries man, I’ll keep my hands to myself,” he says. “Besides, I’ve seen the way she looks at you. I don’t think I’d be any real competition anyway.”
My head swivels in his direction. “What do you mean, ‘the way she looks at me’?” I ask, a hopeful spark igniting in my belly.
Luke scratches his chin. “Well, it’s kinda like the way you look at her. Like she wants to eat you for dinner.”
I can’t help but be pleased with that remark, but I try to push the feelings down. Though I’ve been with my share of women, I’ve never been one to have a fling. With Sydney being here only a few weeks, that’s all it would be. I can’t afford to start something that has nowhere to go.
Chapter Five: Sydney
After Cole’s swift exit, I stood in the kitchen for a few minutes trying to figure out what had just happened. One minute he’s a total douche and the next he’s offering to buy me groceries. I don’t get it. I shake my head and go back to my room and get ready to take a long, hot shower. My skin feels gritty and my hair is a mess but I was too damn tired last night to care.
I step into the large guest bathroom and marvel at the design. It definitely doesn’t seem like something a gruff rancher would put together. The shower is large enough to fit four people and has jets coming from every direction. I turn the water as hot as I can stand it and step under the spray. I lather my hair and sigh as the suds roll down over my body, following them with my hands.
My nipples spring to life under my fingertips and I give each one a little tweak. It’s been way too damn long since anyone’s hands but my own have been on my body. I stand under the spray and imagine that I’m not alone in the shower.
I press my back up against the cool marble wall and lift a leg to rest my foot on the shampoo niche. I imagine Cole kneeling in front of me and my pussy begins to throb, flooding my belly with warmth. I slide my fingers through the dark curls and insert two of them into my aching center, gathering the thick juices on their tips. I close my eyes and massage my clit with my slippery fingers, while my other hand kneads a breast. Within a few short minutes, I come hard, biting my lip to keep from crying out.
As my orgasm fades, I slump against the wall and sigh. Maybe now that I’ve taken care of myself, I’ll be able to look at Cole without drenching my damn panties.
After my shower, I decide to do a little exploring around the ranch. I throw on a sun dress and a pair of slip-on Sketchers and go to the kitchen. Cole told me to make myself at home, so I grab a bottle of water from the well-stocked fridge and head out the back door. I see a barn about a hundred yards from the back of the house and decide that’s as good a place as any to start.
Growing up in Chicago, I can honestly say I’ve never seen a cow in the flesh. The closest I’ve come to one of the enormous animals is between two halves of a grilled ciabatta bun at my favorite restaurant. Complete with pickles and onions. Now that a bunch of them are looking at me with their big cow eyes, I don’t know that I’ll ever be able to enjoy another burger again.
Up ahead, near the entrance to the barn, I spot Luke wrestling with some large burlap sacks. I pick up my pace a bit and wave to him as I get closer. He smiles and waves back. He is definitely good looking in his own right, and he puts me at ease, but he’s no Cole.
“You look awfully overdressed to feed cattle,” he calls to me as I grow nearer. “I mean, Aunt Nora told you about our arrangement, didn’t she?”