Romance: Luther's Property (12 page)

Ethan wasn’t home when I got in.
 
He had never stayed out past ten o’clock
before, and now I was worried.
 
I threw
on my pajamas and called his friend Billy’s house, but his mother, Pat, told me
that Ethan hadn’t been there all afternoon.
 
I tried not to panic.
 
“I’m sure
he’ll be home any minute.”
 
As soon as I
spoke, the door slammed close.
 
I
breathed a sigh of relief.
 
“Ethan?”
 
I walked down the hall and met him as he came
up the steps.
 
“Where have you
been?”
 
I looked at his face and he
stared at the floor.

He walked right by and then entered his room and slammed the
door.
 
I knew better than to push the
issue.
 
If he didn’t want to talk to me,
I’d have to wait.
 
Sooner or later he’d
come around.
 
I hoped that he would
understand that nobody could ever take the place of his father, but that life
did go on, and that we would both have to move forward with our lives.

He didn’t speak to me for three days.
 
When he finally did, I was on my way to
Matthew’s for dinner.
 
I was dressed in
one of my favorite sweaters and a pair of jeans.
 
For the first time in years, I had taken off
my wedding ring.
 
It felt strange, but I
knew that the more I did to move forward, the better off I would be.
 
I couldn’t hang onto my past if it was going
to keep me sheltered, unhappy, and alone.
 
I only wished that Ethan could see it the same way that I did.

“Ethan, you know that I loved your father.
 
Nobody can ever replace him.
 
But I need to be realistic.
 
He’s never coming back, and me sitting alone
in this house isn’t making either one of us happy.
 
I love you, sweetie.
 
Please try to understand.”
 
I threw my arms around Ethan’s shoulders and
cried. He nodded his head and then backed away.
 

“I’m sleeping over at Billy’s.”
 
He gave me a wry smile and then headed out
the door.
 
I watched as he disappeared
through the yard, then locked up and got inside the truck. I was relived to get
to Matthew’s.
 
It was a much needed
escape from the reality of the crumbling farmhouse and Ethan’s dismissive
attitude. Matthew greeted me with a hug and a glass of wine, which I gladly
accepted.
 
I stepped inside and was
immediately impressed by the tasteful décor.

“You’re just in time, Emma.
 
Dinner is ready.”
 
Matthew closed
the door behind me and I felt a twinge of worry.
 
All of Jake’s information fled through my
mind and I thought about how ludicrous it all sounded. There was just no way
that Matthew could be a murderer.
 
I
simply knew that Jake had either gotten his stories messed up, or had outright
lied. Matthew dished a generous helping of beef stew onto my plate.
 
I smiled and then dug in.
 
If there was one thing that we definitely had
in common, it was our taste in food.

“I’m so glad you could make it.
 
I’ve been thinking about you all day.”
 
Matthew smiled and I felt a twinge of lust
scurry through my limbs.
 
I sipped my
wine and ate my dinner, but all the while I was imagining kissing him
again.
 
He must have been thinking along
the same lines, because the two of us were in each other’s arms immediately
after our last bites of food had been taken.
 
“Why don’t you join me on the couch?”
 
Matthew slowly led me into the living room and we kissed.
 
Then he sat down, and I closed my eyes, ready
for whatever he had to give me.

“Matthew.
 
It’s been
so long…”
 
My voice trailed off and then
I stopped trying to search for words.
 
Instead, I pulled Mathew by the collar and kissed him again on the
lips.
 
He ran his hands over my body, and
I could feel the strength of his fingers on my curves.
 
I wasn’t even sure about what to do
next.
 
It had been so long.
 
I sighed and waited for him to explore my
body, every inch of me aching to be touched.
 

He ran his hands under my camisole, then up toward the back
of my bra, where he unfastened the hook and yanked it off my breasts. I threw
back my head and closed my eyes, then ran my hands over his back and under his
shirt.
 
I peeked over his shoulder and
realized that we hadn’t even cleared away our dinner dishes.
 
He played with my nipples then kissed my
neck, my face, and my ears.
 
I felt
goose-bumps erupt all over my body.
 
He
unzipped my jeans and I pulled them down to the floor.
 

Before I knew it, we were rolling on top of each other,
grasping, yanking, and pulling at each other’s bodies.
 
I felt so alive, so fresh and clean.
 
It was like I had re-entered a time from my
youth, where all of the pleasurable sensations were mine for the taking, and
where I could be as free and as sensual as I wanted.
 
This surprised me, because I had previously
envisioned a frigid woman, trapped inside the memories of her past, unable to
find sexual enjoyment.

Matthew’s hand slid down my panties, and slowly his fingers
wound their way inside my wet hole.
 
I
cried out in ecstasy when he fingered me, the wet juice rolling down his
fingers and over his hand.
 
I hadn’t even
masturbated in over a year, so the sensation was almost too much.
 
I wanted him to make love to me so badly that
it took all my effort not to scream.
 
I
ran my hand over his cock, now hard underneath his pants, and squeezed it.
 

In a matter of minutes, he was on top of me, and I was
whispering in his ear.
 
His warm chest
pressed on top of my body, and his hard cock slipped inside my waiting
hole.
 
He moved in and out with both
precision and care, and I reached an orgasm far too quickly.
 
I closed my eyes and held his body, feeling
like a woman again for the first time in years.
 
I didn’t want the feeling to end, but I knew that I would have to go
home soon.

Leaving Matthew’s house was difficult but I had to talk to
Jake.
 
He was wrong to have accused
someone of being a murderer, and I wanted to tell him how I felt.
 
I showed up at midnight, my face filled with
ire.
 
Matthew had been surprised at my
abrupt departure, but I knew that I had to face Jake sooner or later.
 
I was ready to pound on the door, but he
answered before I could.

 
“You lied!”
 
I screamed at him, not caring if Sue or the
kids heard.
 
“You made up that entire
story about Matthew, just so that you could try and swindle him out of his
uncle’s inheritance.”
 
I felt angry and
possessive, even though Matthew and I had just met.

“Whoa, Emma.
 
Take it
easy.”
 
Jake backed up and then put his
arms up in defense.
 
“I’m only going by
what I was told by the boys in Sun Valley, and they told me that the guy’s not
innocent.”
 
Jake stared at me with wide
eyes, and I slowly backed up.
 
Then I
decided that it wasn’t even worth my time.
 
I’d go back and ask Matthew for myself.
 
I’d have to make my own decisions from here on out, anyway.
 

Driving back home I realized that if Jake really was a liar,
then the crumbling farm-house, and Ethan’s Sun Valley trip…all of these
problems would still remain.
 
I felt a
sinking in my heart, and when I got inside my home, I closed the door and
cried.
 
What did it all have to be so
complicated?
 
I feel asleep and then
tried to greet Ethan in the morning when he got home from Billy’s house, but he
blew by me once again.
 
Instead of
getting mad, I simply drove off to Matthew’s.

“Emma.
 
What a
surprise.”
 
Matthew answered the door in
a t-shirt and a pair of sweats.
 
I threw
my arms around his neck and he smiled.
 
“This is a perfect way to start a morning.”
 
He kissed me and then ran his hands over my
face.
 
“I’m so glad to see you,
Emma.”
 
We hugged and then I whispered in
his ear.
 

“Make love to me, Matthew.
 
Make all the pain go away.”
 
He
took off my sweater and kissed my breasts, then led me into his bedroom.
 
He ran his hands over my legs, and traced his
fingers over my stomach.
 
I moaned softly
and then waited for him to climb on top of me.
 
He yanked off his sweats and then felt around for my hole.
 
Then he slowly pressed his cock inside my
waiting bounty.
 

I wrapped my hands around his waist and pulled him
closer.
 
Then I ran my fingers down his
back and cried out with ecstasy as he made love to me even harder than the
night before.
 
He moved in and out of my
hole and I cried out as my body worked up a sweat in rhythm with his.
 
We felt like a unified force, the two of us
rocking back and forth, combining our spirits and our flesh.

 
I could feel the
sensation welling up inside me and I called out his name.
 
“Matthew, I’m coming.
 
Oh, god.
 
Yes!”
 
I cried out and then the
rippling sensations of pleasure exploded in my body.
 
The most powerful orgasm of my life erupted
between my legs and I fell back with exhaustion.
 
Matthew ran his hands over my face and
smiled.
 
“I haven’t felt so good in
years, Matthew.
 
But I need to tell you
something.”
 
I sat up and then stared in
his eyes, pulling the sheets up to my chin.
 

“What’s wrong, Emma?”
 
Matthew looked confused.
 
Instead
of beating around the bush, I told him everything about Jake, about the story
of the murders, and the information about his inheritances.
 
He was shocked, but not surprised.
 
I worried that he would tell me to leave,
that he would think I was just out to get his money.
 
But instead, he applauded me for my
honesty.
 

I drove home that night feeling both empowered and
secure.
 
I had met a man with whom I
could see myself happy with, and he liked me in return.
 
I was still poor, but I was honest.
 
Jake would have his own demons to wrestle
with, and Ethan would have to come to terms with Paul’s death over time.
 
I took a deep breath and looked out my window
as the horizon slowly dipped out of view.
 
Then I rounded the corner to the old farm-house, and smiled at what
might come.

By: Erin Walsh

Rival Brides and
the Billionaire Montana Cowboy

© Erin Walsh, 2015 – All rights reserved

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