Chapter Eight
Sawyer was in the kitchen frying bacon when Rachel emerged from Rogan’s bedroom the next morning. He had spent most of the night wishing it was him in her bed and not his brothers. It was ridiculous to be so smitten with a woman who resisted a commitment, but it was his reality right now.
She nearly brought him to his knees when she stepped into the kitchen, freshly showered and dressed in a pair of well-worn blue jeans, a t-shirt advertising the local rodeo, and bare feet. Even her toes were sexy, how was that even possible?
“Morning, Sawyer. Mmm…something smells good in here,” she spoke from across the room, and her body language gave her away. Her nerves were back and she was worried about what they would think of her in the morning light.
Beckoning her with his free hand, he was pleased when she walked directly to his side. “Morning, baby. Did you sleep well?” He wrapped his arm around her, pulling her in against his chest, and pressing his nose against her still damp hair.
“Better than I expected. I’m not so sure about Parker and Rogan though. Rogan hit the floor at least once last night. Parker was lucky enough to have the side of the bed that was close to the wall.” They both laughed, and Sawyer squeezed her tighter.
“Tonight Hudson and I are taking our chances with you. I’ll be damned if I’ll have you for a weekend and not have the pleasure of sleeping next to you.”
She giggled, “Alright, but it’s your funeral. So whatcha making?”
“Bacon and pancakes. Sound good?” The moan of pleasure she let out had his cock hardening in his jeans and he shifted her so she was pinned between him and the counter top. “Mmm, I’ll take that as a yes. Want a taste?”
He dipped his finger in the sticky syrup sitting nearby, and then lifted it to her lips. Watching in amazement as those plump, pink lips parted for him and sucked deeply at his appendage. His cock throbbed against his zipper, and he pressed it firmly into her belly as her tongue danced over the tip of his finger. She released him with a loud “pop” and grinned up at him.
“Tastes decadent, but you know, I’m not really a bacon kinda girl.”
For just a moment Sawyer frowned down at the little brunette bundle, thinking he had actually made a mistake in selecting breakfast, but the wicked grin that split her face had his curiosity peaked. “Not a bacon lover? What kind of red-blooded Texas girl are you?”
“I’m actually more of a sausage fan…” her hand slid to the zipper that was already stretched to its capacity over his erection, and he sucked in a breath through his teeth when she squeezed his shaft.
“fu-ck, Rachel!”
“Shut off the stove, Sawyer. We can eat later.”
He didn’t even hesitate as he flipped the burner off, feeling no remorse for the pancake, which remained on the griddle and would be wasted. If his woman was horny, he was damn sure going to oblige her in some morning fun, especially if it meant he got her all to himself.
Handing her the bottle of syrup, he scooped her up in his arms and whisked her into the office just off the kitchen. It was the closest room with a locking door, and he was determined to make use of its privacy. Kicking the door closed behind him, he sat her down on the edge of the large cherry wood desk, and quickly pushed the few items covering it to the floor. With one step he had the door locked and he was back in Rachel’s arms. Lips locked and teeth clashing as they both reached for the ecstasy they could only achieve together.
He tugged her shirt up over her head and dropped it to the floor, pleased to find her bra-less and arching up into his touch. Clamping his lips over one nipple, he suckled hard drawing a yelp and a hiss of breath from her.
“Oh my God, Sawyer!”
She leaned back to rest on her elbows, and he quickly pulled her jeans down her thighs. When he pulled them off her ankles, he took a moment to bend and press a kiss to the arch of each of her sexy bare feet. Her moan of pleasure had him kissing his way up to the glorious V between her thighs.
Her scent was a seductive blend of wild flowers and woman, arousal and springtime. The power of his own need to claim her took his breath away. Feeling like a sap, he tugged her flimsy satin panties to one side and pressed a hot opened mouth kiss to her pu-ssy. She was already wet, and her juices were sweet and tangy.
“Oh my God, Sawyer!” she whimpered, and wiggled underneath his feasting mouth.
Pausing, Sawyer snagged the bottle of syrup from where it had landed next to her hip, and drizzled the sticky sweetness over the dip of her belly between her hips, and in a line down to her sweet spot. She shivered with anticipation, and he nearly dropped the bottle on her.
“What are you doing now, cowboy?” she asked with a giggle.
“Well, ma’am, my breakfast was rudely interrupted, so I’m going to eat out.” He didn’t need to wait for her response. He knew she was just as turned on as he was. There was a light pink flush covering her cheeks, throat, and upper chest, and her lips were parted with her heavy breathing.
The sweet sugar of the syrup paired with the delicious fragrance of Rachel made his knees buckle, and he knelt between her spread thighs lapping up the syrup and her cream furiously. She began to thrust against him, and her fingernails found his scalp. Scoring the skin and tugging at his hair, encouraging him to continue and begging him to stop all at once. Taking in every subtle thrust and arch of her hips, he followed her with his tongue, pressing into her warm cavity before flickering over her pulsing clit.
“Sweet Jesus! Sawyer, let me come!”
“You got it, sexy,” he said it just loud enough for her to hear him over her pants, and then he pressed two fingers into her pu-ssy while sucking her clit between his lips. She shattered underneath him, crying out and shivering with passion. Moisture flooded out of her cunt and over his fingers, and he lapped it up with joy. Bringing her pleasure was more satisfying than any orgasm he could remember having, like a drug, he craved more of it.
Her fingers found his hair and she tugged at him until he rose up over her limp body. “Yes, ma’am?”
“That….was…amazing.”
Pride filled his chest, and his cock twitched in response. “You’re welcome.”
She giggled, “I hope you aren’t ready to call it quits just yet. You know, usually when I partake in a meal I get filled up, and I haven’t felt very full yet.”
Sawyer reached down to release his cock from his jeans while he pressed another kiss to her mouth, “Don’t worry, baby, I will fill you up again and again until you’re completely satisfied.”
He retrieved a condom from the back pocket of his jeans, and slid it on over his aching dick. Taking his cock in hand, he ran it up and down her pu-ssy lips. The little wriggle and whimper she gave were hypnotic, and he couldn’t drag his eyes away from the sight of his cock stretching her puffy pu-ssy lips apart. Easing into her, he savored the scorching hot sensation of her body, and the lusty groan that rumbled out of her throat.
When his balls hit her ass cheeks, he sighed with pleasure and wrapped his hands around her hipbones to hold her in place. “Are you full yet, Rachel?”
“Completely,” she moaned and rolled her hips up to him, making his jaw clench and his balls tighten.
“Good, now hold on, baby.”
He began to thrust his cock in and out of her tight pu-ssy, tipping her hips so he pressed against her G-spot every time he sunk into her. Listening to her whimper, moan, and cry out her pleasure as he brought her back to the edge of orgasm.
“Sawyer, please!”
“Yes, baby, come for me, Rachel, come all over my cock.”
Her body reacted to his demand and she arched violently up off the desk. Her fingers dug into the muscles of his biceps, and her ankles locked behind him with her heels resting on his ass. There was no way she could have known how comforting her hold was, or how much he needed to feel the bite of her fingernails in his skin. She couldn’t possibly know how important it was to him to have those love marks on him to prove this wasn’t a dream.
Rachel’s cunt convulsed around him, and he stopped fighting his own orgasm, filling the condom and dropping his weight onto his elbows at her sides. It was a good fifteen minutes before either took the initiative to pull away and clean up. There was only one pancake casualty, and the bacon was perfectly cooked if slightly cold. All in all it was the best morning Sawyer had ever experienced, and he was praying that it was the first one in a lifetime of perfect mornings with Rachel.
****
Rogan’s voice interrupted Rachel and Sawyer’s playful banter over the breakfast dishes. “Someone looks like the cat that ate the parakeet this morning.”
“I do believe it’s the canary, bro, but I did eat well this morning. In fact, I feasted on the sweetest delicacy—”
Sawyer’s sexy innuendo was cut off when Rachel planted her elbow under his rib cage. “Hush! Yes, you could say I’m in a good mood this morning. I spent all of last night having wickedly hot sex with four delicious brothers, why wouldn’t I be smiling?”
Rogan moved closer and pressed a tender kiss on Rachel’s still puffy lips. When he lifted his head, she couldn’t tear her gaze away from the dark desire in his eyes. “I have to admit, sexual satisfaction looks good on you, love.”
Pleasure filled her chest, and she rose up on her toes to kiss him again. This time there was no tenderness, only passion and possession as his tongue forced its way past her lips and stroked over her teeth. It took everything she had to break the kiss and step backwards so her lungs could refill with badly needed oxygen.
“Wanna go for a ride, cowgirl?”
A red-hot blush crept over her cheeks, and she glanced over her shoulder at Sawyer who nodded. “Go on. Make him take you all over our property on a tour. Wear him out and maybe he won’t be so obnoxious later.”
“Well if that’s not reason enough…” Rogan looked at her hopefully, and she laughed.
“I’d love to go riding, and I would love a tour of the ranch. Let me get my boots.” She spun around on her heels and headed for the doorway humming the Big and Rich country song “Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy” as she went, and their joint laughter filled her ears.
****
“I have to admit, I don’t think I’ve ever seen a more beautiful spot in my life.” Rachel and Rogan sat atop their horses at the edge of a crest looking down at the pond that separated Brooks Pastures from the Raft Ranch. The oblong body of water was about the length of two football fields and a third of that wide. Trees lined the edges of it except for one end where a fishing dock had been built and a fire pit had been dug into the bank.
“This is probably my favorite place in the world. I like to come down here and think.” Rogan dismounted from his horse, and walked to her side to help her down as well. Tugging her back against his chest, he turned her and pointed. “See that tree right on the curve there, the one with the giant rock near the trunk? That one has an old rope swing in it that my brothers and I convinced our dad to hang when we were in junior high. We would spend hours down here fishing, swimming, camping, and just being kids.”
“It sounds like the ideal childhood.”
“Yeah, I suppose it was. We were lucky to have parents who loved each other deeply, and loved us even more. Someday I want to share that same love with my wife and children,” Rogan spoke softly, but he felt her body stiffen at his words. Knowing he was skimming the surface of a sensitive subject, he patiently waited for her response.
“I hope you are able to fulfill that dream. Your family will be lucky to have you.” The words were tender, and he heard the tension in them, as though she had to force them out of her throat.
“Tell me about your family, Rachel. I only know the town rumors, and we all know how often those are right.”
She turned in his arms, and gave him a half smile while staring up into his eyes, “I’m not sure you’re ready for all of that…chaos. Let’s walk down to the bank. Did you know I was a champion rock skipper as a kid? No one could beat me.”
Rogan desperately wanted to argue, but the sway of her hips as she made her way down the steep embankment fogged his brain. Wasn’t that why he brought her here in the first place? To have a wonderful “time out” with her, and a quiet point to talk, away from all of his brothers. A chance to make love to her without anyone else interrupting them. On that thought he followed her, grinning at her pleasure as she began to collect flat rocks.
“The trick is to find the right rock. It has to be flat and smooth, but not too big or it will be too heavy to bounce.” She spun and a rock sprung out of her hand bouncing several times across the glassy surface of the pond. The delighted laugh that bubbled out of her throat filled an empty spot in Rogan’s soul.
“I wouldn’t have taken you for a rock skipping champ. Hudson was always the best at this game, just like I was always the best student, Parker was the heavy lifter and the athlete, and Sawyer was the funniest. We each had our talents.”
She flashed him a smoldering smile, “Oh, I’ve already figured that out. You four are very talented men.”
Suddenly the sensitive sweet side of Rogan disappeared as all of the blood pooled in his balls and his cock slammed against his zipper. “No, love, you haven’t even begun to scratch the surface of our hidden “talents” yet.”
“Really? I mean, I would have thought you would have given me your best game on the first shot, just to make sure you got a second chance…”
His eyes narrowed at the challenge, and he stepped menacingly toward her. Stalking her as though she was prey. “You weren’t impressed? I seem to recall a lot of screaming for an unimpressive event.”
“I didn’t say I wasn’t impressed. I just said I was disappointed you were holding back on me. What other little secrets are you keeping bottled up inside of you, Rogan?”
Just like that, he had her pressed against the wide trunk of a Maple tree, her legs spread on either side of his and her mouth parting underneath the onslaught of his kiss. He devoured her, savoring her flavor, branding the feel of her skin under his fingertips into his brain.
Sliding one hand down to cup her ass, he threaded the other hand into her thick hair and held her in place so he could make love to her mouth. Their hips rocked together in a motion as old as time, and as seductive as a siren’s call. He couldn’t bear the thought of being separated from her any longer, and he pulled back so he could release the button on her jeans, and she tugged at his zipper.
“Hurry, Rogan! I want you!”
The roaring in his ears grew louder at her plea, and he groaned, “fu-ck. That’s all I needed to hear, baby.”
It took another minute to get her boots and jeans off, but he didn’t pause to finish stripping her. Slipping a condom over his already aching cock, he lifted her until she locked her ankles around his lean hips lining her pu-ssy up with him. Placing one hand between her back and the rough bark of the tree, he used the other to guide and steady her hips as he sunk into her warmth.
Like adding kindling to a fire, he went up in smoke the moment his cock hit her cervix. The feeling of completion was intense, and he had to close his eyes to keep from telling her how much it meant to him. She reached out to him, gripping his shoulders, and pressing her breasts into his chest as she buried her face in his neck. Her moans echoed his thrusts as he took her fast and hard, not even flinching when she bit into his shoulder and climaxed in a magnificent display of sexual satisfaction.
Again and again he pumped his cock into her, refusing to allow himself to come because it would end the pleasure. Her whimper of pain froze him mid-thrust, and he jerked his head back to stare down into her face in horror.
“What is it, love? Did I hurt you?”
She grimaced before giving him a small smile, “The tree—”
Even with his hand between her shoulder blades and the tree, his enthusiasm had drilled her lower body into the bark. When he withdrew from her and turned her around, he could see the raw red skin where it scraped her.
“Holy hell! I’m so sorry, Rach.” He reached for his zipper, but she stopped him by wrapping her hand around his latex covered cock.
“Don’t! I don’t want you to stop, but we should probably find a more suitable location.” Relief rushed from his brain to his balls at her words and he cast a quick glance at the surrounding landscape looking for a spot that would be easier on her. A frown puckered his brow as he considered and dismissed several locations before she spoke again.
“Really? It doesn’t have to be so complicated Rogan. Come on!” He couldn’t keep from laughing as she tugged her shirt off and then put her boots on her bare feet and meandered closer to the pond naked. His laughter quickly gave way to raw lust while he watched her sweet ass sway back and forth like pond grass. She walked all the way to the end of the dock before she stopped and shucked her boots off. “What’s taking you so long? Don’t you want me anymore?”
“Believe me, Rachel, watching you walk through the trees and grass naked has me harder than a fence post. Now I’m just waiting to see what you do next.”
She flashed him a seductive grin, before doing a cannon ball off the end of the dock into the water. Pleasure filled him, and maybe even a little pride. This woman was unlike anyone he had ever been with. She was proud and driven, with a witty intelligence that kept him on his toes but then, she would do something so off the wall like jump into a pond naked, knocking him to his knees. She rose up nearly silently from the water like a sea nymph, water running down her face, and her brown hair slicked back on her head. Those wide dark brown eyes met his, and she wiggled her finger in invitation.
“Come on in, Rogan, the water’s warm.”
He didn’t hesitate any longer, stripping his clothes off while he walked toward the sexiest woman alive. Dropping apparel here and there, he managed to be down to his skin by the time he reached the edge of the dock. Taking a page out of her book, he cannonballed into the water next to her knowing it would splash her, and hoping when he rose up she wouldn’t be pissed.
The smile on Rachel’s face was electrifying as he inhaled fresh air and made his way to her side. Without a word, he pulled her against him and she instinctively wrapped her legs around his hips. Kicking off with his lower body, he swam them closer to the bank, not stopping until his feet hit the sandy bottom. Here was perfect. Here he had a stable base so he could gain momentum and rock this woman’s world.
She was one step ahead of him, capturing his mouth in a desperate kiss that drew his balls up tight. Her thigh muscles were stronger than he expected and he groaned deeply when she lifted up and sank down onto his hard cock. They were united. Two pieces of one whole, meshed together in the water, writhing against each other in passion. It was mind-blowing.
Using one hand to brace her neck so she couldn’t pull away from his mouth, he used the other to guide her hips in his preferred rhythm, and then he made love to her. With every touch, stroke, and lick, they climbed higher up the mountain of desire. He didn’t release her lips until she started to tremble in his arms, and when he did, he was rewarded with a loud moan and his own name in her sweet, sexy voice.
“Come for me, love. Give it to me!” He thrust into her while pulling her hips down at the same time, giving them both the ultimate contact possible, and she exploded around him. Her scream carried on the wind, and his yell echoed behind it. Cum shot out of him, heating them both, and making her pu-ssy much more slippery. Slippery. That word—that thought—brought him around like ice water on a flame.
“Oh fu-ck! Rachel, honey, don’t freak out okay. The condom is gone.”
“The condom is gone.”
****
The condom? What?
It took a couple of seconds for Rachel to process Rogan’s words, but when they settled, they were a heavy weight in her heart.
“You’re joking, right,” she whispered, staring into his worried eyes.
“Rach, I’m sorry! It must have slipped off when I jumped in, and I was just too focused on you to realize it.” Rogan really looked miserable. His brown eyes were wide and nervous, and his hands clutched at her hips in a death grip. Every muscle in his body was taut with anxiety as he waited for her reaction.
She wasn’t sure what her reaction should be. It was an accident, not something done deliberately, yet it could cause detrimental consequences for both of them. Her stomach twisted as she imagined being pregnant with Rogan’s baby. A miracle and a tragedy all in one blow. The knowledge she was on birth control soothed her but didn’t completely eliminate the fear.
This was only temporary. One weekend. Forty-eight hours of hot, dirty sex with four brothers and then everyone went their separate ways…so why did her heart suddenly hurt at the thought of leaving tomorrow? She didn’t doubt for a second that Rogan would be a great dad, and would want a part in his child’s life, but how would his three brothers feel?
“I’m on birth control. I’m sure we’re alright. No more accidents though, m’kay?” She forced a smile to her lips as he sighed with relief.
“Thank God. I promise, it won’t happen again, love.”
Rachel knew he intended his words to sound comforting, but instead they burned in her chest. Did he have to sound so relieved? Clearly she needed to keep the temporary status of this relationship front and center in her brain because Rogan was not interested in permanence. The idea of her getting pregnant nearly sent him into an apoplectic fit. No, it was for the best that she have her fun now and then pack her bags tomorrow and leave the Brooks brothers behind.
“Let’s head back to the house, your brothers are probably wondering what happened to us.” She gave him a fleeting kiss before she disengaged herself from his body and made her way onto the bank.
There was nothing to dry off on, so she forced her clothes on over her wet skin, grimacing as her jeans chaffed against the raw scrape on her lower back. As erotic as it was to be taken against a tree, she now felt the fantasy was grossly exaggerated. She would likely have a bruise there for weeks. A black and blue reminder of what was, and what could never be.
Rogan climbed out of the pond beside her and began to dress. When they were both put back together, he grabbed her hand and brought it to his lips. “Thank you, love. That was one of the most memorable moments of my life.”
She giggled at his gallantry, “The look on your face when I jumped in the water was priceless. Now, let’s go. I didn’t realize we had been out here so long, but my stomach is growling.”
Rogan studied her face for a moment, looking like he had something he wanted to say, but instead he tucked her hand in his large one and led her back up to the horses. He silently helped her mount hers, leaving her with a soft pat on her round ass before gracefully mounting his own. Rachel turned her horse to follow him, allowing herself one more quick look at the pond, hoping the memory of the moment would be burned into her brain forever. It would be something to look back on and remember how wonderful it was to just let go of everything for a few minutes, and enjoy spending time with someone who wanted her around.
Shutting out all of her regretful mental meanderings, she followed Rogan back up the slope and in the general direction of the ranch house. Knowing three other men awaited her attention there made her heart skip a beat, and her tongue go dry. She couldn’t remember why she agreed to this in the first place, but she was sure as hell glad she did.