The Gentlemen's Ranch (Erotica Series, Book 1) (6 page)

Camryn takes a sip of the
shot. “I’m telling you right now, Adam Steele better have agreed to
my final two or I will hunt him down and kill him. I mean it. That
man is the father of my children and that’s all there is to
it.”

“
He’ll be there. I don’t
think there’s a man alive immune to the charms of Camryn Kennedy,”
I tell her with a wink.

“
I knew I was friends with
you for a reason.”

I smile at her. “How do I
look?” The white bikini I’m wearing is plain, but I’m just thrilled
to be out of that stupid robe.

She reaches out and
jiggles my boobs in her hands. “With these tits and that black
hair? Dear God, Tesh, you’ll have them drooling.”

The Parlor door opens and
Sophia sticks her head in. “Tesh, it’s time.”

I give Cam a quick kiss
and follow Sophia out of the room.

The Steward doesn’t say
anything until we arrive at the assigned grotto. The sky is
starless and dark. The only light a single burning torch that
throws flickering shadows over the gleaming, glass like surface of
the pool. Wide steps lead down into the mist-filled water
surrounded by rough caves.

I rub my hands over my
arms to dispel my anxiety. The night is eerily beautiful. Erotic
portents tantalize the air and send a thrilling chill down my
spine. But, something feels off to me.

“
Turn around,
please.”

I turn and Sophia fastens
a blindfold across my eyes. “I know I told you there were no rules
to tonight, but there is actually one. No talking. Your test
tonight will be all about a physical connection, nothing else.” She
places my hand on a railing at the steps. “You may enter the pool.
One of your suitors will be joining you in just a few
moments.”

I hear the rustling of her
voluminous dress as she moves away. I dip my toes into the water.
It’s warm. Very warm, but I don’t feel any jets which is nice. I
like the quiet and the heat and the mystery the blindfold provides.
It feels like I’m alone in the world as I step further into the
pool. When the water is at chest level, I lie on my back and float.
With my eyes covered, my other senses are heightened. The smell of
jasmine fills my nose, the feel of the heated liquid caresses my
skin, and the taste of anticipation dances in my mouth.

Someone steps into the
pool with me and I glide to my feet. The unidentified man doesn’t
say anything as he moves closer. Which one is it? Jase or Doug?
Maybe even Beau.
Please don’t be Nate or
Nick
.

I stand and wait.

Soon, a pair of hands
encircles my waist and I hiss through my teeth. A hard mouth
crashes down on mine and plunges a tongue roughly into my mouth.
Oh! Definitely, not Doug. He is gentler, more playful.

Jase?
He gave me a brief kiss after our second one-on-one, but it
was nothing like this. I’m shocked that I don’t know who it is! I
thought I would be able to tell easily despite the
blindfold.

The nameless man lifts me
into strong arms and walks me to the edge of the pool. With my back
pinned against the rim, he nestles his face in my neck and bites my
skin. Ow! These are not gentle nips. This man feels…angry for some
reason. My bikini top is suddenly wrenched aside and a rough hand
mauls my breast. He suddenly hits me with two sharp slaps across my
breasts.

“
Stop it,” I snarl in
anger and lift my hand to rip off the blindfold. The man pins my
arms to my sides and spins me around. He wraps my long hair around
his fist and yanks my head back. His other hand reaches over my
shoulder, grabs a hold of a nipple and twists harshly.

I grunt in pain and
suddenly realize the danger I’m in. With very little effort, this
man could easily hold my head under the water and kill me if he
chose to. Why is he doing this?
Who
is doing this?

“
Please stop.”

In response, my assailant
lifts me out of the water and bends me over the edge. I try to
elbow him in the face, but he captures both of my wrists in a
strong hand. He rips my bikini bottoms down around my
hips.

I struggle, but he holds me firmly in his
grip.

A stinging smack lands
across my bottom. Then, another.

“
Ah!”

A third is delivered so
hard, I’m sure it leaves a reddened handprint behind.

“
Out!” The voice above us
is soft but firm. Deadly firm.

The man in the water
stiffens and I can feel the fury rolling off him. “Why should I?
I’m in her top two!”

Jase!

“
I told you not to come.
Now, out!”

Glasses?

It sounds like him, but I’m not sure. I’m so
disoriented because of this blindfold that I can’t figure anything
out. I want to ask what the hell is going on, but I instinctively
know it has nothing to do with me.

Jase pushes away from me and leaves the pool
without another word.

I slide back in and
readjust my bathing suit with trembling hands. Whoever just stopped
Jase, saved me from an assault, that much I’m sure of. It’s hard to
reconcile the sweet Jase who sent me flowers and played chess with
me to the aggressive brute that just left.

Someone else enters the pool and I’m
suddenly afraid.

But, it doesn’t last.

Strong, gentle arms pull me close. A
masculine soap scent washes over me and I feel safe again.

Yes,
Glasses
. There is no doubt now.

Brett tenderly strokes the side of my
hair.

“
I’m afraid neither Jase
nor Doug will be able to join you this evening.”

I jump up and wrap my arms
and legs around him, snuggling my face into his neck. “Thank
you.”

“
Are you all
right?”

“
Just hold me for a
minute.”

He sways in the water with me in his arms,
rubbing firm caresses down my back. He plants a sweet kiss on my
shoulder. We stay this way for several minutes and I realize his
presence has soothed all my anxiety. His hands move lower down my
back and I feel a stirring ache. I want his hands on me.

“
Tesh,
if you want
—
”

I place a finger on his
mouth. “Shh. You’re breaking the rules by talking, Dr.
Rand.”

“
Oh, I’m breaking several
rules tonight, but I can assure you that I don’t plan to do any
more talking, Ms. Morgan.” I inhale a quick breath. “I just wanted
you to be absolutely certain who is holding you at this moment.” He
leans in and nibbles my earlobe. “And, kissing you.” Feather light
touches trail seductively down my body and cup my bottom. “And,
about to fuck you.”

My heart hammers against
my ribcage.

His hands dip lower, underneath my behind.
He pushes aside the small strip of bikini and sinks two fingers
into me.

My body clenches and I moan loudly.

He growls low in his
throat and kisses my throat as he thrusts in and out. I cling to
him, reveling in the feel of his lips on my skin and the muscle
beneath my hands. Toned arms bulge with strength, and I wonder
where the hell he was hiding all this muscle.

Abruptly, he pulls his
fingers out and I want to beg him not to. He twists me around in
his arms and presses me up against the edge of the pool. I feel his
arousal at my back as his hands knead my shoulders. My breathing
sounds unnaturally loud in the silence of the pool, but all I care
about is what Brett is doing to my body.

He unclasps my bikini top
and pushes the straps slowly down my arms.
Yes, Brett. Oh, yes.
His hands snake
around and pull down the fabric in front. My breasts tumble
free.

“
Oh, fuck,” Brett growls,
cupping both breasts in his hands. He spins me back to face him,
catches a nipple in his mouth and sucks greedily. His tongue works
over the rosy bud sending waves of heat straight to my core. He
flicks and pulls with his fingers, stretching them away from my
body. “Follow me,” he whispers huskily.

He steps back and begins
to move away from the wall, pulling me by both nipples.

Oh, fuck, is right, Dr. Rand.

I try to keep up with him,
but he keeps far enough away to send ripples of pleasure pain
shooting through my breasts.

“
Ah!”

He drags me faster through
the water and I stumble blindly along. Just when I think I’m going
to climax from the exquisite torture, he lets go. A yelp tears from
my throat when Brett swings me up onto the top level of the wide
steps.

“
If I remember correctly,
Ms. Morgan, you do enjoy oral sex. Yes?”

I want to tell him that it
is not anatomically possible for a woman
not
to enjoy oral sex. Every woman
loves oral sex. Every woman loves a
man
who loves oral sex even more.
But, I don’t say anything as I feel him come out of the water and
press me back onto the rim of the pool, my legs still in the
water.

Gentle hands strip my
bikini bottom down the length of me. I hear it land somewhere in
the darkness behind me. I’m completely naked now, but Brett has
seen me this way before and I can feel his hot gaze burning into
me. I swallow nervously, anticipating his next touch.

He bends my legs and
forces my knees apart. He peels apart my labia with his fingers and
his mouth latches onto my clitoris, nipping softly at the
ultrasensitive nub. I moan loudly as he licks me from top to
bottom. He sucks my sex like it’s the last thing he ever wants to
do in this world and I’m just grateful to be the
beneficiary.

He thrusts a finger inside me as far as it
will go and moves it in circles, matching the tempo of his
tongue.

My eyes roll back in my head and I can’t
think straight.

Brett groans and presses a
forearm against my legs to roll me back even more. His finger
searches for and finds the tiny opening at my bottom.

Oh!

He uses my own juices to
lubricate the area and then slowly inserts his finger, allowing my
body to conform to the size. His mouth once again reclaims my sex
as his finger pushes in and out of my buttocks. Not deep, but
shallow and it’s all the more erotic because of it. The position
I’m in, with my behind lifted in the air, intensifies the
mind-blowing magic of his hands and mouth. I cry out as the
pressure builds inside me. My body convulses as I ride the downward
crest toward orgasmic relief.

Brett lets go and crawls
up my body to lay over me. For some reason, he hesitates. “Do you
want this, Tesh?” he asks in a ragged breath.

“
Yes, Brett!
Yes!”

With a feral snarl, he
drives inside me and I scream. His hips move slowly at first and
then with more intensity as he slams into me over and over again
with sharp, heavenly thrusts. His merciless assault sends me over
the edge and I shatter into a million pieces of sweet release. He
explodes inside me a second later, “Oh, shit, Tesh!”

Brett collapses on top of
me and we stay that way until our senses return. Finally, he rolls
off and pulls me on top of him, close against his chest. Neither of
us say anything at first, content to bask in the aftermath of the
connection we just shared. He presses his lips to my temple. “That
was amazing, Tesh Morgan.
You
are amazing.”

I’ve never felt this level
of intimacy with another man, and his words wash over me and
envelop me in a cozy layer. It feels good, so good. I snuggle
blissfully into his hard body.

I wonder how many other
couples at The Ranch are doing the same thing at this moment. How
many will walk away with the partner of their dreams? Maybe
Sophia’s success claims are to be believed after all. This brings
up a good point.

I lift off him and sit up,
bringing my knees into my chest. “What about Sophia?” I ask him
softly.

He props himself up on an
elbow and his eyes immediately trail downward. “What about her?” he
asks and casually fingers me.

My eyelids flutter.
“She…she’s going to be very upset about…us.” I’m afraid to say it
out loud, as though doing so will ruin the dream and I’ll wake up
alone in my bed in Chicago.

He shrugs, pressing
quickly in and out of my well-lubricated tunnel. “She’ll get over
it.”

What? Is he really this
heartless?
“And, when you’re through with
me, will I get the same treatment, Dr. Rand?”

His finger turns and crooks inside me as he
scratches my g-spot. I want to scream.

“
What are you talking
about, Tesh?”

“
Sophia!”

He pulls his finger out
and I want to curse my bad timing with these stupid
questions!
Ah!

“
If my sister has a
problem with me breaking the rules, that’s her problem. I found you
and I’m not about to let you go.”

My eyes widen. “Sophia is
your sister?”

“
Yes. I…I thought you
knew. I thought everyone knew.”

I shake my head and stare
at him. “No, I didn’t.” This bit of news sends relief flooding
through me.
Dr. Brett Rand really can be
all mine.
He looks so gorgeous lying there
in the moonlight like a sculptured Greek God. The slight gray in
his hair shines at his temples. I reach out and cup his cheek
suddenly realizing what is different about him. “Where are your
glasses?”