Released to Rapture (Irresistible Inmate) (5 page)

“Got that right, my brother. He was a
soulless wimp and Jumper knew it.”

Clinton sighed. “I hoped he would ride with
Goldie—she loves riding so much. Wasted effort on my part.”

Goldie held her breath and watched Duncan’s
reaction to the conversation. Except for a small smile, he ignored
the men as he brushed Baby. She turned her attention to her mother,
who took the steps up to the porch. “Sweetheart, he’s one damn
good-looking hunk, if I’ve ever seen one.”

“Mom! I can’t believe you said such a
thing.”

“I have eyes and two or three female hormones
left in this old body. I hope he doesn’t turn out to be a serial
killer or a druggie.”

“I only met him yesterday and don’t know much
about him. Probably ought to send him on his way. He doesn’t say
much about his past and avoids answering any questions on the
subject. Maybe it’s only his shyness.”

“Carl told us, most likely he recently came
from the war and is handling PSTD the best way he can. The minute I
laid eyes on him, my first thoughts concerned what the church folks
and the community would think about you having him around.”

“Yeah, it crossed my mind, too. Might worry
about it more if any of those people had helped me out after Leven
died. I only care what you and Dad think.”

“You should have seen him when he jumped from
Baby, all sweaty muscles and beautiful hair. It won’t take him long
to get in your pants if you’ve gotten over Leven at all. Now, that
does worry me without knowing more about him.” Susan reached for
some beans and began snapping them. Goldie’s face blazed with heat.
“Mom, what has come over you? Dad would shit if he heard you say
such stuff.”

“After Clinton and Carl run him through the
paces with the crops and find out how much he knows about farming,
you’ll get your answer about what they think.”

“Mom, do you already have an opinion?” Goldie
held her breath. If Mom doesn’t approve, no matter what Dad thinks,
Duncan would have to leave.

“I liked him right away. He has good
manners—clearly had a good country upbringing. I had a worrisome
moment after he dodged Clint’s questions. It’s something to wonder
about. But, if the brothers approve and the young man passes
Clint’s special test, then you have my vote to keep him on.”

“What special test?”

“The taste test. Duncan will have to taste
the soil in several sections and tell your father what the land
needs.”

Time passed. The two women rocked, talked,
and laughed. Goldie saw the men exiting the field, her dad, a head
taller than Carl, and barely shorter than Duncan. “Look, Mom. The
men look mighty friendly.”

The younger man paced between the two older
men, his face solemn. Carl and Clint were talking and laughing.
Carl gave Duncan a friendly punch on his bicep.

Susan sighed. “I know Clint wishes he would
have had a son to grow up like Duncan.”

“You sure it isn’t you wanting a son?” Goldie
chuckled. Her body heated with her own desire to have Duncan. As
the men disappeared into the barn, thoughts of the time spent with
him in the hay loft that morning made her sex cream. “I’m going in,
Mom, to put a roast in the oven. Be right back.”

She rejoined her mother as her father,
standing by his pick-up, called out. “Susan, Goldie, we’re running
into town for some stuff. Be back in a couple of hours.” The three
men got into the truck and drove off.

“My, my,” Susan murmured. “Looks like
approval to me.” She stood and stretched. “If you don’t mind, I’m
going to take a nap.”

Goldie tried to stay busy, tidying the house
and preparing supper. Her efforts were handicapped by her body’s
reaction to passions raised by remembering the bouts with Duncan in
her bed and in the barn. The kitchen had filled with the aroma of
red wine cooking off the roast by the time biscuits were spread on
a baking sheet, waiting to be popped in the oven. The beef gravy
pungent with onions made her mouth water.

She went back on the porch to wait. Within
minutes, the Silverado approached and she leaned against a support
column. Her father parked next to the double-door opening to the
barn. A thick, single mattress lay on top of a load of fencing and
supplies. Duncan hoisted the bedding on his thick shoulder and
carried it into the barn. Goldie bit her lip and her heart raced. A
definite sign they want Duncan to stay.

After the hearty meal, Carl left with a
covered plate of food. Duncan took the pillow and linen provided
and went to the barn. Goldie, with her parents, remained at the
table. “Dad, why the mattress? Duncan can have the guest room.”

Her mother sat straight and stared at her.
“That would be completely inappropriate.”

“Daughter,” Clinton said, shaking his head.
“Your mother is right. I want you to be very careful with this man;
I told him, he better watch himself with my daughter. We all
approve of him now, but I told him he has a month to prove himself.
I’d feel better about it if we knew more about his background, but
you need help now. Wish you’d hired help earlier.” Face, drawn in
worry lines, he said, “You have one problem with him, let me know
and I’ll be rabbit-fast getting back.”

“Oh, Dad. You didn’t need to say those things
to him.”

Her mother said, “You know my worry. No
matter what, protect your heart. We would like to stay longer, but
we left our dogs with friends and need to get back.”

Goldie sighed, “Next time you come, bring the
dogs and stay longer. Breakfast will be ready before you leave.

Everyone retired. Goldie rolled around, wide
awake for hours. Damn it. Don’t I have any control at all? Her body
replied by burning in need, her sexual core clamping down on
itself. She didn’t get much sleep during the night.

At breakfast, everyone seemed chipper, but
she had a headache and felt miserable with exhaustion. She glared
at Duncan, who enthusiastically discussed farm projects with her
father. Son-of-a-gun had managed without quite well last night
without her. Now, her parents were more interested in him than
their own daughter. I need to bite something.

She and Duncan stood together in the yard and
watched the truck move toward the road, little puffs of dust rising
behind them. Goldie stomped toward the house. Suddenly lifted, she
flew through the air and landed in Duncan’s arms. His mouth covered
hers and she clamped her lips together. “Hey, what’s wrong with my
sweet baby?”

“Baby, my ass. You didn’t even miss me last
night. And, there I was, wallowing around on the bed needing you.
Put me down.”

Duncan hugged her tighter and ran up the
steps. “Hang on. I’ll show you how much I missed you. Don’t give me
a hard time because I respected your parents enough to stay out of
your bed last night.”

The more she struggled, the tighter he hugged
her, and the closer he came to her bedroom. He dropped her feet to
the floor and began ripping off his clothes. She stared at him, her
lips in a pout. His jeans hit the floor, and his cock, rock hard,
sprang forward. Hands on his hips, watching her face turn pink, he
laughed. “Little girl lost her toy.” Stepping closer, his hand
gripped his erection. “Here it is. Now take off your clothes, or do
I have to do it.”

“You sure lost your bashfulness mighty damn
quick.” She crossed her arms across her chest and frowned.

Duncan stared at her, at a loss for words.
“Are your feelings really hurt? Sorry. I’ll make it up to you.”

“How?”

“Remember asking if you needed to rape me?
Now, I’m asking. Will I have to rape you to make you happy?”

“You better not put your hands on my body.”
Although, sounding fierce, the corners of her mouth trembled.

He leapt toward her and jerked her pants to
the floor. She squeaked. “My hands didn’t touch the body.” Next,
the tee-shirt landed on the floor in two parts. Throwing his hips
against her caused her to land on her back in the bed, gasping.

“You cheated.” She laughed and squirmed
further back onto the bed. He scrambled after her until he held her
hips between his knees, and then he planted his hands on the bed,
either side of her face.

“Hands didn’t touch your body. I will always
follow your rules.” His cock strained toward her and almost emptied
on her belly. Slow down, old boy. Not the time or place.

His head dropped and his mouth latched onto
her breast, suckling hard. She thrashed and moaned. Giving the
nipple a little nip, he attacked the other breast. Her hands buried
in his hair and pulled him tighter against her body. Giving another
sharp nip, his mouth traveled down her belly, kissing, while he
placed his knees between her thighs. Moving down, he hooked his
elbows under her knees and pushed them apart to open her sex. She
whimpered and bucked against his belly. The sound brought him
upright onto his knees, and his cock began pumping and he couldn’t
restrain it.

Crying out, trying to stop by scooting back
and forcing her womanhood apart again with his arms, his juices
trailed through her wet lips and onto the bed when his stomach hit
the mattress. He submerged his face directly into her cunt, found
her precious clit and mouthed it. Her legs pulled away from his
elbows and wrapped around his shoulders, pushing down, grinding his
mouth into her wet heat. His mouth found her opening, and he sucked
until she started bucking and screaming. Tonguing deep, he felt the
waves of spasms inside her body clutching at his tongue.

Her heals pounded against his back as her
back arched until only her shoulders and hips touched the bed.
“Again. I’m coming again. Aaaaaa! God, oh God!”

Finally, his hips stopped fucking the sheets,
and she quieted. He lifted up, looked into her slack face. “Can I
use my hands now?” His voice growled from his chest.

Goldie opened her eyes and two tears ran down
her cheeks. After a weak laugh, she said in a hoarse whisper, “Use
everything you’ve got to do anything you want.”

The minute the words left her mouth, his cock
swelled until it felt as if it would burst through the skin. Duncan
pulled his hips up between hers, held the juicy waiting lips apart
with his fingers and slammed his cock into her until their pubic
bones crashed together. His hands clutched the bedding either side
of her waist, and she gripped his wrists, violently bucking,
meeting his manhood as he drove into her well of pulsating
heat.

They came at the same time, locked together
and letting cock and pussy do the dancing. Every muscle in his body
locked down, and all his senses were directed toward her sucking,
convulsing walls. Aware his cock emptied into her didn’t matter to
him—all that mattered to him was her glorious relief. Her movements
encouraged his cock to remain hard. After she had come over and
over, and dropped with a shuddering sigh, he relaxed and filled her
with his juices again.

Groaning, Duncan pulled his dripping cock out
and rolled over onto the bed, struggling for oxygen. Goldie lay,
stretched out, her hands on her heaving chest. God above, I cannot
live without this woman. Once he could speak, he lifted on one
elbow and stared into her emerald eyes. “Still mad?”

Goldie lifted her brows. “Mad about
what?”

He clutched the edge of the sheet and wiped
the perspiration from their faces. “Will you keep me around, or run
me off again?”

After a gentle kiss, she replied. “I’ll never
let you go again. Ever.”

End First Book

Goldie and Duncan’s story continues in
Arrested Love. Available on Smashworlds and Amazon.