Under the Rancher's Firm Hand

Everything about that orgasm was so wrong, so wrong. I ran in the rain and let the water wash my tears away. He did not trust me. He knew about my family. He knew about my past. And so I let the green grass and the brown mud dirty my squeaky-clean persona. I let the filth cover me as it should have in the first place.

A cold hard hand grabbed my arm and I stopped. Gray eyes. Wet hair. Him.

“Damn it, Harlee, where the hell are you going?”

“Anywhere but here,” I snapped in retort.

The look on his face was bruised, broken.“Please don’t.”

“Give me one good reason why.”

“I love you, Harlee,” he blurted out.

My heart soared, but I tried to ignore my racing pulse to maintain my righteous indignation.

“Then why did you have me researched and tailed?”

”I wanted to know you,” he says mournfully, “And you wouldn’t tell me. I had to know if you were safe with me.’

“And am I, safe with you?” I shouted over the din of the heavy thunder spitting above us.

He pulled me in. “You are. Fuck Robert. Fuck your past. I want to know you now. I want you, Harlee.”

The warmth of his mouth was the center of my whole universe right now, and I moved closer to it.

“And I love you Caleb. Against my better judgement.”

He laughed as he took me into his arms and let us fall to the ground. I straddled him and felt his warm thick shaft protrude. He smirked.

“Here?” I asked.

“Anywhere. Everywhere, Harlee.”

He tugged a condom from his pocket and after the brief pause to roll it on, he slid home. I grabbed onto his shoulders and clasped his skin with my nails. I kissed him. I ran my tongue down his cheek on him and tasted his salty sweat diluted by the rain.

The smell of the wet soil was a comfort, homey in my nostrils, and I pounded into his thighs with no thoughts, no regret, no pain, and all pleasure and love. I looked up at the sky, and a crack of lightning drew across it. My body exploded at the sound of thunder, and I screamed in blissful pleasure as he erupted beneath me.

Epilogue – Harlee

One Year Later

That text message had been from a phone smuggled into prison. I still don’t know how Robert had found me or gotten my number, but at least I could rest easy knowing that he was locked behind bars.

The pandemic chaos still hasn’t fully let up, but honestly, Caleb and I don’t care. We never went back, after deciding that the ranch felt like home to us both. So Caleb had packed up the company and moved it here to New York.

I sit in his lap watching the rainbow of clouds float by. The setting sun shines against the sky, but nor nearly as bright as the rings shining against my left hand.

We didn’t have a lot of close family, and with the pandemic, it didn’t make sense to have a big wedding. We’ll have a party for our friends later, but for now, we had a little celebration, Jillian witnessed our elopement at the courthouse, and now I was Harlee Johnson.

I let out a happy sigh and coiled my arms around Caleb’s neck. “Beautiful, isn’t it?” I asked him.

He nodded. “Yeah, I’ve got a hell of a view,” he murmured.

I looked at him, and he wasn’t looking at the sunset at all, but at my body. I’m sheathed in nothing but one of his t-shirts at the moment. We’ve had a lazy Sunday today, sleeping in and enjoying breakfast in bed before taking a nice, long trail ride and having a picnic.

It felt like magic, like a fairytale dream, and some little part of me was still sort of waiting to wake up. But my nightmare part was behind me, and I was living the dream come true now.

I leaned in to kiss him, and felt the fires stoked inside me. No matter how many times we kissed, no matter how much we got of each other, we always wanted more. No kiss stayed sweet and innocent, we were all over each other like a couple of hormone-addled teenagers.

Hard to believe he’d taken me from virgin novice to his own personal assistant…in every way.

His hands ventured under my dress, and he made a pleased sound of surprise when his hand slid up my thigh to find nothing in his way. I didn’t always go commando now, but honestly, he’d ruined enough pairs of my panties by shredding them that I didn’t bother often.

I reached down for the zipper of his jeans and drew his cock out of his pants. Thick, hard, pulsing and just waiting for me. And with him teasing my entrance with those skilled fingers, it doesn’t take long before I’m wet and ready for him.