Life in the Fast Lane: A BBW Erotic Novella (Western Romance, Billionaire Cowboy, Curvy Girls) (11 page)

And suddenly I was in the throes of orgasm, feeling his hot load shooting forcefully inside my pussy, setting off a chain effect that sent my climax to another level. I kept gyrating against him as he fondled my breasts, bringing my nipples to his mouth and giving a slow, smooth suck as I grinded gently on him, my last bits of energy being used up in motions to maintain the duration of my orgasm.

I fell down on top of him and kissed his lips, sucking as his lower lip as I felt his big, sticky load swimming inside my pussy, his cock still hard inside me.

“I want to fall asleep like this,” I said weakly, my voice soft and sleepy. “You make me so damn crazy.”

Lane laughed and held me tightly against him, squeezing my ass then wrapping his arms around me.

“I wouldn’t mind that,” he said.

We lay there for a little while longer and once I’d regained energy I kissed him deeply, our wetness mingling, expressing our last bit of remaining lust for one another.

“Dammit, that was good,” I said.

“I can’t explain, but somehow I just lose control when I’m with you.”

He squeezed me again. Then I felt his cock slide out of me and I fell over onto the mattress beside him, cradled in his arms in the big, plush bed. Dammit if I wasn’t exhausted by now.

As I lay there next to him, enjoying the aftermath of our unexpected early evening love affair, I suddenly found myself steeped in worry. The previous night’s events slipped into my mind. I saw the drunk look in Don’s eyes, heard his untoward advances, and felt the vulnerability of not knowing what he might do.

Lane must have felt me tense up, because he asked what was wrong, but I just brushed it off.

“Nothing, I’m fine,” I said snuggling up next to him. “Couldn’t be better.”

But I hardly felt fine. Sure, things were good with Lane, but how could I know how the story about Don’s advances would affect things? Should I just keep my mouth shut? I didn’t want to get him fired, but I also needed to tell my side of the story.
What if Don tried to blame things on me—what if he told Lane that I had come onto him?

I was shot through with worry, paralyzed, not knowing what I should do. I closed my eyes, hoping a good night’s sleep would provide some semblance of clarity. But it was hard to tell how much good it would do. Needless to say, the past twenty-four hours hadn’t simplified my life.

Sure, the time I’d spent with Lane was blissful, but the rest of it was a damned mess. I did my best to sleep, but no amount of counting sheep would settle my troubled mind and give me the respite I so desperately needed.

I woke up the following morning feeling surprisingly well-rested, but as the rays of the morning sun streamed in, rousing me from sleep, so too did my worries from the night before. I looked over at Lane as he slept peacefully next to me, his muscular chest rising and falling with each breath. Leaning over, I kissed his right pec as I placed my hand on his shoulder.

His eyes opened and he smiled back at me. I lay my face against his neck and kissed it. I knew he was already turned on, and normally I would have been, too. But the confrontation with Don was still troubling my mind.

Lane pulled me on top of him, fondling my breasts as I straddled him. I felt his cock getting hard, grazing the insides of my thighs, searching for my wet slit. He reached a hand down in an effort to guide his big cock inside me, but I stopped him short.

“We need to talk,” I said, rolling off of his athletic body.

“The four words no one ever wants to hear.”

“I know, but it’s true. There’s something I need to tell you.”

“You’ve lost interest.”

“No!
Really?
Why would you think that?”

“Because you just said ‘
we need to talk
.’”

“We do, but it’s about something else. Honestly, I should have told you last night, but… I don’t know, I got wrapped up in other things.”

“Ha, well, who could blame you for
that
?” said Lane with a laugh, pulling me in for a kiss and sliding his hand up my leg towards my crotch.

“Stop. This is serious. Just hear me out. I don’t know how to say this really, I know you’re going to be mad, but please don’t be mad. It’s just…” I trailed off, unsure if I should proceed. How would Lane respond to this revelation?

“Just spit it out,” he said, pulling his arm back from me. “You’re only making it harder with this long introduction.”

“Ok, well…” I paused, then decided I’d just come out and say it like he wanted. “Don came onto me while you were away signing the merger.”

“He
WHAT?
” growled Lane.

I could see a look enter his eyes that I’d never seen before. I’m not sure whether it should be described as cold or ferocious, or some combination of the two. The muscles of his face tensed and he looked ruthless, as if he could kill Don and not even think twice about it. I rubbed his chest, trying to ease his tension.

“Calm down,” I said soothingly.

“Explain to me exactly what happened,” said Lane with an even, icy tone to his voice.

“Well, it was late, like two or three in the morning. I heard a knock on my cottage door. I wouldn’t have gone down to answer it, but I thought it might have been you just getting back from your merger. But when I opened the door, Don was standing outside.”

“Go on,” said Lane calmly.

“He asked if he could come in and I didn’t know what to say, so I told him he could. He seemed really lonely, said he’d been walking around the property. I figured he just needed someone to talk to, you know how people can get when they’ve been drinking alone sometimes.”

With those last words I saw Lane tense up again.

“He was
drunk?
” asked Lane. The tone of his voice became notably more hostile and I could tell I’d hit a nerve.

“Yeah, I think so. He smelled like booze anyways.”

“Don’s not supposed to drink,” said Lane. “He has a problem with the stuff. He promised me that he was done drinking.”

“He’s an alcoholic?”

“If there ever was one. Dammit, I can’t believe I trusted him.”

“He needs help.”

“I know he does. But this isn’t the first time he’s done something like this.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“A few years back, he got a bit grabby with one of the maids. She sued him and she sued me for sexual harassment in the workplace, said I’d created a hostile work environment. We settled out of court for a sum I’m not legally allowed to mention, but it wasn’t a small amount by any means. I didn’t fire Don because I knew he was a man who had a problem. I thought he could overcome it. He swore off drinking for good. At least to my knowledge, he’s been sober since—until now that is.”

I lay there silently listening to Lane tell the story, unsure of what to say in response. I pictured Don in my cottage the night before, the way he’d stumbled inside, words slurring together as he made his approach.
What if something much worse had happened?
I shuddered just thinking about it.

“Did he touch you?” asked Lane.

“What?” I asked, my thoughts interrupted; it took me a second to come back to the present conversation.

“Did he
touch
you?”

“No, no. He took a step toward me and I told him if he came closer I’d go get Jim.”

“And he left right after that?”

“Yes, but dammit, I was scared Lane.”

“I know. Trust me, I’m going to deal with this.”

“What are you gonna do?”

“I don’t know quite yet. I’ll know when I see him. I usually trust my instincts in situations like this.”

“Lane, I’m scared you’re going to do something you’ll regret.”

“Don’t worry about me. I’ll be careful. I’d still like to believe Don is just a good man with a bad problem. I’ll give him a chance to come clean. He’s done a lot for me over the years and I don’t want to forget that. But at the same time, some things just can’t be forgiven.”

Adelaide and I made love that morning, but after the preceding conversation, it just wasn’t the same as before. The issue with Don was weighing heavily on both our minds at that point.

I couldn’t tell if she was still scared of him or whether she felt bad about potentially getting Don fired. It was hard for me to hide how angry the news had made me. If what she told me was true, Don was messing with the one thing in my life that he should have known to stay away from.

When Adelaide left, I told her not to worry. I thanked her for telling me about the incident and assured her that I wouldn’t do anything rash. But I couldn’t tell whether she believed me or not. I knew foremost on her mind was how our Derby plans would be affected.

Admittedly, this was a concern of mine as well. Firing Don right now, especially without a replacement to run the ranch, was a particularly sticky issue. Despite his other faults, Don had done a spectacular job over the years, and it’s not a stretch to say that the ranch couldn’t operate properly without him at the helm.

He knew everyone and everything there was to know about the place; he was the mechanism through which orders were disseminated and tasks were accomplished. That was part of why I was so angry at him for what he’d done; I relied on him and trusted him to be responsible. I wanted to believe he was a good guy, but it was becoming more and more difficult to convince myself of that fact.

I laid in bed awhile after Adelaide left just thinking about all of this, but my mind couldn’t settle on any course of action. I was torn between the loyalty Don had shown me in the past and the blatant way he’d disrespected me by pursuing Adelaide. If all of this really could be blamed on his problem with alcohol, then maybe I could get past it if he promised to head to rehab. But I had a feeling it was more sinister that that. Regardless, I called him into my office to deal with it straight on.

After I paged Don over the intercom, I poured myself a drink—perhaps a subconscious attempt at intimidation. It might sound strange to hear this, but I was feeling anxious about this conversation, way more so than I’d felt about many business deals of the past of much greater moment. When Don knocked on the door, I got up out of my desk chair and stood to receive him. I guess now I’d find out what my true reaction was to his indiscretion.

“Hello, Lane,” said Don jovially as he walked in.

He was all smiles as usual, casual and pleasant as though nothing had happened.

“How are things, Don?” I asked, trying to hide the latent animosity just barely below the surface.

“Good, Lane, good,” he said with a smile. “Everything is running A-Ok.”

“I’m glad to hear that. How are things with Fast Lane? Running into any problems with the trainers?”

I noticed that Don flinched right then. He hesitated before speaking again.

“Well, it’s funny you mention that,” he said.

“Oh really? Funny in what way?”

“Listen, Lane. I don’t want to start trouble, but there’s something I should tell you about Adelaide.”

“Yeah? What about her?”

“Lane, seriously, I don’t mean to upset you, but I don’t think she’s good for us. I was walking around the ranch late at night the other day. I heard a noise and wanted to check up on it,” he said, looking up hesitantly.

“Go on.”

“Well, it sounded like it might be coming from somewhere around her cottage, so I knocked on the door and…”

“What kind of noise was it?” I asked, cutting him off, trying to trip him up.

“Oh, hmm… I don’t know. I—”

“You don’t know?” I asked, pressing him.

“Lane, I don’t want to cause an issue here. It was just some noise, like an animal or something. I was just making sure everything was ok.”

I could tell that Don was feeling the tension in the room, that I was speaking to him under high-pressure circumstances. So I tried to ease up, to make myself more amiable so he would proceed with his story.

“Got it. So what happened next?”

“Well, I knocked on her cabin door to make sure everything was fine. You know, I’d heard the noise right near there, I wanted to make sure she was alright. I waited for a minute out on the front porch without a response. I figured she was ok, so I was about to leave when she opened the door.”