CHAPTER 14
Addler
Every muscle’s coiled tight. Elena’s stretched out on the table, her lips trembling as I watch. My only thought is on the pussy I just sampled. How wet she was. How responsive. How her tight little cunt was squeezing as I tongue fucked her. And how much I’m aching to be inside her now.
The table should hold up to a good fucking. If it’s not, we’re about to find out the hard way. I reach for her.
My phone rings. Anger like I’ve never known shoots through me.
No. But the ring tone tells me it’s Ezequiel. If he’s calling, then something’s wrong somewhere on the ranch. It’s enough to bring me crashing back to reality.
The phone rings again, making me gnash my teeth. Elena blinks repeatedly, looking around, as if trying to gather her wits.
“Hijo de puta,” I mutter under my breath. The damn thing rings again. I reach over her, my cock pressing into her hard in the process. I smash the button as I straighten, getting off her. “What?” I run my hand through my hair, dragging in a calming breath.
“Got a cow stuck in the mud,” he says without preamble.
“Ah, damn.” With it being a holiday, I gave the cowboys the weekend off. So, if he needs help, I’m it. Damn, who could have expected this. “Where?” I ask, heading out of the kitchen, to the laundry room.
“The Stagecoach.” He blows out a breath.
“How bad?” I grab Elena’s clothes off the dryer.
“I don’t know how she ended up this far in,” he says, sounding defeated. “She’s been struggling, and she’s about worn out.”
“I’m on the way.” With the Stagecoach being one of the largest ponds, this should be enough to work off any residual effects of the hard-on that won’t go away.
“Grab the trailer. I came out in the quad so I could search farther out.”
“Got it.” I end the call as I come around the corner to find Elena straightening the table. The laptop I was working on is sitting at an angle, half closed. Likely where it ended up when I shoved everything out of the way to push her back.
“Come on.” I nod toward the doorway to the stairs. “We need to get dressed. Ezequiel needs help with a cow stuck at the Stagecoach Pond.”
With that, all thoughts of fucking Elena are put on the back burner…again.
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Elena
Somewhere behind me, his phone rings, interrupting whatever he’d planned to do. His expression goes from intense to dark and dangerous in a heartbeat.
The phone rings again. I blink, clearing the fog of desire from my head. What a way to come down from an orgasm.
“Hijo de puta,” he says, reaching past me.
The press of his body against mine has me biting my bottom lip. His torso against my bare breasts felt like…he was stretched out on top of me, claiming me. I muffle the whimper trying to escape. Even though I slept next to him, both of us naked, this was still a shock to my system.
“What?” He runs his fingers through his hair, exasperated, as he walks away.
I look down my body, from a hard nipple, to the nearly flat stomach, to the patch of hair between my thighs. Oh God, he had me completely naked, spread out on the kitchen table. I jerk the T-shirt down, catching it on whatever’s under my right shoulder blade and my lower back.
“Ah, damn. Where?” he asks, heading to the hallway then disappearing around the corner.
I sit up, bringing my legs together and amplifying the throbbing at my clit. Jesus. I swallow hard and manage to wiggle off the table onto shaky legs. Whoever it is, it sounds like there’s trouble somewhere in the area. I’m reminded of our talk about the ranch being so isolated. I glance toward the French doors. What lies beyond the pool area? It’s scary to think help would be over an hour away.
I glance back, taking stock of everything again. The laptop’s sitting on the table, the corner what was digging into me. I’m tempted to take a run at it. Heart racing, I glance to the hallway, where he disappeared. Common sense has me turning to the wider doorway I came through earlier. I’m at a fork in the road and, regardless of my choice, there will be consequences.
Don’t do it. The memory of getting caught yesterday is still fresh in my mind. So is the anger in his expression. I bite my bottom lip. What kind of trouble would I get into if I got caught going through the laptop? Clearly, he doesn’t want me using it, or he wouldn’t have put it away.